A wandering song came on in my ears
As the train swayed, and swung, and swayed
The sky had old man eyes, squinting
Gray like the newspapers piled by his chair
The mountains were evening wear blue
And I was big, gigantic, absolutely enormous
Big as every earthly country on the globe
The yellow and red ones full of sand
Green and beige with grass like hair
The black and blue with big hands and long arms
I was all of them, incandescent
Moving feet in time with a wandering song
Dancing down cobblestone dirt paved roadways
And the train swayed, and swung, and swayed
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