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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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