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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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