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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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.......... Yesterday. I Fear The Dreaming gate. ..........
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