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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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