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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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