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Miserly maestro won’t play the tune
Until the sun comes up and then
The music of roosters and shadowy horn
Horses bray and cats alone
Feel quick across the morning fields
And the roads grow warm in the sun
I stand in the center of town
Waiting, cold, in Lund
The trains are snakes they rattle and hiss
The roiled plains snowed into wist
Town to town I cannot escape
The feeling of arrival and leaving too late
The land runs out and I meet the sea
Coastal rocks and sand and trees
And boats and sail and freighters lay bare
The expanse of water, her glistening fair
No mode of transport can let me leave
I’ve not yet met you not yet met you there
Capsize and boil and sinking and seize

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