Swiftly through, on its maiden trip
Smoothly gliding with firm fair grip
On triple track, on its long leap
The roads below, humbly asleep.
On it's virgin lofty tracks,
It's head held high, a lively bask!
Like music of a symphony's task
With little warble on its traaks
A silver swan on, milky creek,
Leaping towards the azure peaks,
In calm and sanguine stations to pick
Those all who vale, time and task.
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