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I was walking down an unfamiliar street, and suddenly I heard the cawing of crows, and the sounds of a lute, and distant thunder; before me flew a tram
How I leapt onto its footboard Was a riddle to me. It left a fiery trail in the air, Even in the light of day. Literal translation It raced like a dark, winged storm, It had lost its way in the abyss of time… Stop it, tram driver, Stop the