Spring sun beams through the clouds.
Spring run to fling the funeral shrouds.
Rising sun ere falls on Christened buds.
Rising run to pass us on, broken studs.
Railroad sun climbs high and fast.
Railroad run underground as last.
Stud sun loses its place, it must.
Stud run, oh quickly this railroad rust.
Spring run to fling the funeral shrouds.
Rising sun ere falls on Christened buds.
Rising run to pass us on, broken studs.
Railroad sun climbs high and fast.
Railroad run underground as last.
Stud sun loses its place, it must.
Stud run, oh quickly this railroad rust.
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