Awake, dear trainman,
such a sweet solace
curled on a couch
cleft in your coach
have you found. Though
sequestered sweetly,
newborn sleep i must disturb,
Pardon sir, pardon please.
Tingling twinge, toward
conscience you come!
should i? Yes, should i,
should have done.
Uncurl you on your couch
unfurl those darting eyes!
From trouble found no safety sweetly,
Pardon sir, pardon please.
'Toward lands tumult
we speed! Where swallows
dare no dip, daunting they
dove before! Many eyes,
many eyes, greedy eyes
hungry eyes, await,
wrist, chest, weight on rail,
yet brave wings drop no more.'
'Should i, have no worries of birds,
of malnourished eyes, I have mine own.
Sleep I've had little lately, resting
wrested quickly by "Should i's,
should have done's."' - turning goes trainman,
sunken sleep regains. Swallows
dive daunting dips,
Pardon sir, pardon please.
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