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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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