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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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