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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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