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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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