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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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,,--=$&§¶# EVEN THOUGH THERE'S A FOGGY QUALITY TO #¶§&$=--,,
,--=$&§¶## THE AIR, THE PATH I FOLLOW IS GLOWING. ##¶§&$=--,
,,--=$&§¶# A YELLOW-GREEN MOSS HAS TAKEN HOLD #¶§&$=--,,
,,,--=$&§¶ WHERE THE MACHINES WHO MADE THESE ¶§&$=--,,,
,,,,--=$&§ TRACKS ONCE DISTURBED THE CLOVER FIELD. §&$=--,,,,
,,,--=$&§¶ ¶§&$=--,,,
,,--=$&§¶# WE'RE OFF THE SEASON WHEN THE BIRDS #¶§&$=--,,
,--=$&§¶## SING BEAUTIFULLY. THESE DAYS IT'S JUST ##¶§&$=--,
,,--=$&§¶# SCREECHES, OR CALLS FOR HELP. #¶§&$=--,,
,,,--=$&§¶ ¶§&$=--,,,
,,,,--=$&§ I THINK OF THE JACKDAW I MAIMED §&$=--,,,,
,,,--=$&§¶ YESTERDAY. I FEAR THE DREAMING GATE. ¶§&$=--,,,
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