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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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