34 lines
889 B
Plaintext
34 lines
889 B
Plaintext
Before a long journey
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Did not used to know new customs,
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In those distant days and years.
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Horses waiting on the paths of mail,
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All travelers sang then:
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Sit down, my friends, before a long journey,
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Let the light will go!
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Come on, the driver, quietly touch
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And the song in a way, do not forget!
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And miles away, and has flown many centuries,
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The compositions of the running rails,
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But all on the alarm station platforms
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Again, the old-fashioned sing:
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Sit down, my friends, before a long journey,
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Let the light will go!
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Come on, the driver, quietly touch
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And the song in a way, do not forget!
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Let now the rocket speed of light
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Sweep through the star!
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We all are before the start, without looking at it,
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Again, the old-fashioned sing:
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Sit down, my friends, before a long journey,
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Let the light will go!
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Come on, the astronaut, quietly touch
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And the song in a way, do not forget!
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