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¨^-\§@§@## I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ##@§@§\-^¨
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¨^-\§@§@## ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ##@§@§\-^¨
¨^-\§@§§@@ INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S @@§§@§\-^¨
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¨^-\§@§@## THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ##@§@§\-^¨
¨^-\§@§@@@ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD @@@§@§\-^¨
¨^-\§@§@## WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ##@§@§\-^¨
¨^-\§§@### TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. ###@§§\-^¨
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¨^-\§@§@## WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ##@§@§\-^¨
¨^-\§@§@## SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ##@§@§\-^¨
¨^-\§@§@## SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ##@§@§\-^¨
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