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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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