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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. #¶#§†*«~,,
,~«*†§#¶## ##¶#§†*«~,
,,~«*†§#¶# 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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