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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. #@#&¤:=~,,
,~=:¤@## ##@#&¤:=~,
,,~=:¤@# 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. #@#&¤:=~,,
,~=:¤@## ##@#&¤:=~,
,,~=:¤@# WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS #@#&¤:=~,,
,~=:¤@## SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ##@#&¤:=~,
,,~=:¤@# SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. #@#&¤:=~,,
,~=:¤@## ##@#&¤:=~,
,,~=:¤@# I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED #@#&¤:=~,,
,~=:¤@## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##@#&¤:=~,
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