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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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