oh the eacks and muon’s this old trailer gives, and in the night a whistle blows from a train at 2 o’clock, but the walls they talk, of better time form picture of the past. and the fridge comes on and sings a song to which I do not under stand. by the time the sun comes up I am in bed at last.
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