I walked along a railroad track,
Long abandoned, and for use it lacked
But overgrown it made a pretty sight
And thus I walked long into night;
No reason had I for looking back
The mossy undergrowth and leaves around
Knew not the destination I was bound
For that matter, nor did I
And I never stopped to wonder why
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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