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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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