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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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