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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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