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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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,,,,,,,,^» 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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