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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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