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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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