
Far away, she hangs above the mundane crowd,
But, first, seemed just another usual cloud
If not alerted by my insistent pal
I'd never feel a trace of doubt.

Dusk, I shall say, sounds too sad
For the voyage is still less than half.
But why, why, at the end of the journey
Do we have to call a cabbie?

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