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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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