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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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