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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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