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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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