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,,,,=††£§§ I Follow The  Tire Tracks West. They  Go §§£††=,,,,
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,~=†^£§### Incredible Power Bound There... There'S  ###§£^†=~,
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,~=†^£§### 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 ###§£^†=~,
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,,,~††^£§# I   Think  Of   The  Jackdaw   I  Maimed #§£^††~,,,
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