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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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