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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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