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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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