See I the scenery and the landscape,
The hamlets and the country,
The forest tract and the lull of silence.
Standing by the Footboard
I can see the train running
At some terrific speed,
The super-fast train
Rumbling as a cloud.
I can see it chaging the tracks,
Cutting and changing
Taking the curve, the angle
And the lines jazzy to catch and absorb
The rhythm and vibration.
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