36 lines
740 B
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36 lines
740 B
Plaintext
Under the sound of wheels
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Rush pine trees rushing,
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He looks into the lake of the moon.
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Good on the top shelf
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In the open window.
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Is night so dark
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Stars in the sky burning,
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People sleep and dream.
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A wheel and the wheels
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All knock, knock everything.
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I remember the ball, with a warm farewell,
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Thin snow and noisy dispute
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And the last goodbye
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Secret conversation.
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And when there have
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See their children
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Somewhere someone's song pours,
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A wheel and the wheels
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All knock, knock everything.
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Good on the top shelf
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In the open window.
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The distal small village
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Waiting for me, my country.
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Dawns, I can not sleep
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Outside the window, a blooming garden.
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Far from the lights of the capital,
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A wheel and the wheels
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All knock, knock everything.
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