Say can you see?
The roads to missery
The paths on which we flee
Escape from dark alleys.
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I sit here under plain sky
Watch grey trains roll by
I see the buildings sleeping
By the railroads side
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A poem for all
For winter and fall
Summer and spring
There be no such thing
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Don't let my fender
Be a hinder
Don't let it bruise
Your legs in blue
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