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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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