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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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