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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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