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The train rumbles along
Fleet off the hot and delicate flying,
Hopped on a young young hillside,
Painted the morning with a power;
Shadows of time say my present reason,
Stewards of the richest form;
Build the own cabin with the throne;
Gloom and the weather I push with night
Inspired by Sara Teasdale, Ralph Waldo Emerson, and Philip Freneau
COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE
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