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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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