Time flies in the dark of endless lines. In my dream, a train takes me in the iron black night, frozen The moon rushes across the track. Far from here, far from there, I call out, train window, shutter, overhead light. We travel and we are buzzing inside. the dreams.
Is that a mill far away? Look, look!
Train in the night, my friend!
That truncated moon is shining on us.
The car is running, taking, take me, take me forward,
the world of the moon is for us.
How orphaned, how orphaned man is.
A lattice of rushing trees falls ¡rny.
The car is running, taking you with it into the night,
you are alone, looking at the world of the moon.

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