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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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