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¨--*§*@### I FOLLOW THE TIRE TRACKS WEST. THEY GO ###@*§*--¨
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¨--*§*@### ENDLESS MIRRORS LOOKING KINDA OILY. AN ###@*§*--¨
¨--*****@# INCREDIBLE POWER BOUND THERE... THERE'S #@*****--¨
¨--*§*@### A WIRE FENCE TO SEPARATE THE TWO ROADS. ###@*§*--¨
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¨¨¨¨¨-§@@# 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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