Letting melody into cacophony
And eyeing for lovers of tune;
Verses and fables and legends
Flowing too was meager fortune
A chorus follows
More lips move
Untrained rhythm
Stirs the withins
The crowd nods,
Sways and revels
Hands join and leave
The high notes, souls heave
Delicate fingers shift
From bonds of harmony
To pleading gestures
To vain ventures
The paltry throngs disperse
Indifferent and coarse
Though bankrupt and torn
To a gifted voice she's born
That voice untired, already begins
The singer of trains once more sings
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