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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,

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor,
Having drunk so much he could drink no more;
So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train
The engine with murderous blood was damp And was brilliantl...

Fields beneath a quilt of snow From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star That shivers as it wakes from deep
The restless rumble of the train,
The drowsy people in the car,

I like to see it lap the miles,
And lick the valleys up,
And stop to feed itself at tanks;
And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

Come, my little one, with me
There are wondrous sights to
As the evening shadows fall;
In your pretty cap and gown,

At nine in the morning there passed a church,
At ten there passed me by the sea,
At twelve a town of smoke and smirch,
At two a forest of oak and birch,

I
HE lady in front of me in the car,
With little red coils close over her ears,
Is talking with her friend;

Of us, only the pain remains,
which gnaws at my soul.
Where does the scent of jasmine hover?
Where does the announced spring live?