££¨££¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨£¨¨££££¨
¨£¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨ ¨££¨£¨£££¨
££¨££¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨£¨£¨¨££¨
¨£¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨ ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨¨¨¨ ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨¨¨¨¨ 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. ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨£¨£ ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨£ 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. ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨£¨£ ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨£ WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨£¨£ SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨£ SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨£¨£ ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨£ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨£¨£ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨£ ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨£¨£ ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨£ ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨
££¨££¨¨£¨£ ¨¨£¨£¨£¨£¨
¨£¨¨£¨££¨£ ¨££¨£¨£¨£¨