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,,,,,,,&&, I Follow  The Tire Tracks West.  They Go ,,,&,,&&&,
&&&&&&,,,, Parallel  With  The Railroad,  With  Its &&,,,,,&,,
,&&&&,,&&& Endless  Mirrors Looking Kinda Oily.  An ,,,&&&,,,,
,,&&,,,,&& Incredible Power Bound There... There'S  &&,,&,,&&&
,,,,,&&,,, A Wire Fence To Separate The  Two Roads. &,,,,,,,&,
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,&&,,&&,,& Even Though  There'S A  Foggy Quality To ,,,&&&,,&,
,,,,,,,,,, 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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,,,,,,,,,, I   Think  Of   The  Jackdaw  I   Maimed &&&&&&,,,,
&&&&&&&&&&   Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate.   &&&&&,,&&&
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