Desert, grey, green, dark fields along
The train eternally runs forward,
Swinging its passengers with a tone
Of its ever chanting complex organs
Making a sleepy, charming environs
All the way keeps them in oblivion;
Thoughtful, moody, patients and children
Keep themselves slumbering or awaken
Crying, snoring, groaning but inactive
Some frequently look through window
Earphones are joined to some’s audio
To try to enjoy the world as romantic,
But the dreamy, screamy world soon finish
At desired station the last train dose reach.

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