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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,

You stand right here beneath the tree.
You stand and rain it pours.
The more you think, the more you're free,
Just open all the doors,
Which once were closed for you and now,

Praise the rain; the seagull dive
The curl of plant, the raven talk—
Praise the hurt, the house slack
The stand of trees, the dignity—

It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The old man’s snoring.
He got into bed
And bumped his head