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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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