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In this September rainy day
I choose to travel by Railway
To follow new and special strangers.
So, I just put on my backpack,

Lightly they hold him and lightly they sway him—Soft as a pillow are somebody's arms
Down he goes slowly, ever so
Over the rim of the cradle they lay him—Baby's first journey is free from alarms
Baby is growing while Mama sings by-lo,

By the dry road the fathers cough and spit,
This is their room
They are the ones who hung That bloody sun upon the southern wall And crushed the armored beetle to the floor
The father’s skin is seamed and dry, the map Of that wild r...

Hands and lit faces eddy to a line;
The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies
Beyond the great-swung arc o' the roof, divine,
Night, smoky-scarv'd, with thousand coloured

That one, alone,
Who's dared and
To seek the Magic Wonderstone,
No fear, or care,

Don't be downcast, soon the night will come,
When we can see the cool moon laughing in
Over the faint countryside,
And we rest, hand in hand