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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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