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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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