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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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