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,-=^^$§###                                          ###§$^^=-,
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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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