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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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