My train stopped there one day. I don't know why.
The driver was some class of idiot.
It was so hot I thought that I would die.
Someone beside me had a coughing fit.
I was half-deafened by the hissing steam.
The platform had a sign, and that was it.
The whole thing was like some unholy dream.
I sat there staring out at trees and weeds
And stooks of hay. The clouds stood in the sky.
The kind of sight that no-one ever heeds
When they can just as easily pass by.
And then I heard the birds-- thousands of birds--
Hundreds of millions of birds, from everywhere
Singing a song too beautiful for words
Like choirs of angels floating in the air.
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