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on the day that I found I was travelling with words too heavy hammering my skull was the day that I woke on a train looked around in my cabin heard the rhythm of the wagon repeating, the beating: there's a morning on the way when you're locked like a thief in the poor arms of expectation oxygen is thin in the middle of Spain but you're freezing from isolation get yourself together and sing: there's a morning on the way |