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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 ,,,,,,,,¤,
¤¤¤,,,,,,¤ 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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