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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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