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.^«:*%§@@# I Follow The  Tire  Tracks West. They Go #@@§%*:«^.
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.^«:*%§@## Endless  Mirrors  Looking Kinda Oily. An ##@§%*:«^.
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.^«:*%§@## Tracks  Once Disturbed The Clover Field. ##@§%*:«^.
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.^«:*%§@## We'Re  Off  The  Season When  The  Birds ##@§%*:«^.
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