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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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