Hurry up, child, the train will no minute wait
Take your bag and your hat put on
While we travel from sunrise to sunset’s gate
I will tell you what I have known
I will give explanations of all the words
That you still haven’t ever met
You should shake me if I be outside for worlds
That I have now no will to let
I could show you the pictures of now and then
From the artists of misty past
And you ask me if you would not understand
Why the legend goes on for us
Put the gloves on your small and so fussy hands
Outside’s so distressing cold
Let’s go down to the station to see the lands
Those forsaken realms of gold
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