.No sleep, youâre counting those falling
Turn white as a sheet in the face of the rain grown colder>
The wild flower waltzing,
The locomotive crawling
But on the wheels where the rust donât stain
Your self-chosen cure is your self chosen pain
No time to ride on the bac.
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