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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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