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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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