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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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,.==%¤#@@# THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. #@@#¤%==.,
,.==%¤#@@@ A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD @@@#¤%==.,
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,.==%¤#@@@ 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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,.=%¤#@@## YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ##@@#¤%=.,
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