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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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