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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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