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@§%%»^,,,, I Follow  The  Tire Tracks West. They Go ,,,,^»%%§@
##@§*%/»^, Parallel  With  The  Railroad,  With Its ,^»/%*§@##
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#@@§*%/»^, Where   The  Machines  Who   Made  These ,^»/%*§@@#
§§§*//^^,, Tracks Once Disturbed The  Clover Field. ,,^^//*§§§
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@*%%/^^,,, We'Re  Off  The  Season  When  The Birds ,,,^^/%%*@
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##@§*%/»^, I  Think  Of   The   Jackdaw   I  Maimed ,^»/%*§@##
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