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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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