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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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