In the darkest brains of this tune,
Wine in dance with memories of the dying souls,
The sick trains waving on the rails,
Saying Hi! To our weary and shivering souls,
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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