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¨¨¨¨¨¨.~/^ 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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