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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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