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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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