I had a dream,
The dream again
Of the girl about
To be hit by a train.
A beautiful girl
With long blond hair;
I'm never quite sure
If she knows I'm there.
I scream, I reach
But ever too late.
I can't avert
Her onrush ing fate.
This time, though,
It's not the same.
She hears me,
Hears me call her name.
She turns in time,
With fearless face,
With inner strength,
A runner's grace.
The train shrinks down
At her command,
A toy dismissed
With slapping hand.
She takes control,
She takes it back,
And daisies cover
Abandoned tracks.
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