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:«:,,,,,,, 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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