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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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