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@¨@@@@@@¨¨ PARALLEL WITH  THE  RAILROAD,  WITH  ITS ¨¨¨@@¨@¨@@
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¨@@@@@¨@@¨ THE AIR, THE  PATH I  FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ¨@@¨¨@¨¨¨@
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@¨¨@@@¨¨@@ 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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¨¨@¨@¨¨¨@@   YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE.   @@¨@¨@@@@@
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