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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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