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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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