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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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