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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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