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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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