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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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