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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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