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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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