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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. ¨¨¨¨~~:*&§
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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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