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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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