The spinning top made a sound
like a train across the valley,
fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed,
over the ridge
into the distances
written on your ticket to remind you where to stop,
and when to get off.
like a train across the valley,
fading, oh so quiet but constant til it passed,
over the ridge
into the distances
written on your ticket to remind you where to stop,
and when to get off.
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