| February 8th, 1878
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| South of Trout Creek, west of Cedar Lake
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| On a winding mountain trail of the North Pacific Union Rail
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| The snow arrived on time, the circus train was running late
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| Rip spot’s past and all the knuckles worn,
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| Firebox bursting to the running boards
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| A pounding in his chest, crushing like a cider press
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| The hogger rode the throttle ‘round the bender like a flank-strapped horse
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| «Let's return now to the dust as the dust we are;
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| tonight, our bridal fate, the hour’s come to consummate!»
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| And drove her massive body like a truck into the iron bars
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| Limestone thrown from out the hopper’s back
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| Ash Cat tossed against the diamond stack
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| from cradle to caboose, the frozen bolts broke loose,
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| sent that cage spinning like a dreidel off the icy tracks
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| Run on, Rabbit, run!
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| Before the East sky wakes the sun!
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| Sails set to the dreadful cold,
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| Until your anchor-heart takes hold
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| Run on, Fox &Bear,
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| From this dismal dream’s despair!
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| Cast thoughts to in the open ocean of air
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| Until your thread catch somewhere
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| «Mother, please come along!»
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| «My tusks are dull, my eyes, half-blind,
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| too old to run, too big to hide,
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| and have neither friend nor enemy,
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| nor that phantom, ‘self'-identity
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| nor concern for what ‘they'll' do to ‘me'
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| now, my children, run free!»
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| But Tiger, why sit still,
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| As the officers climb the hill?
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| What stars cast down their spears,
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| cooled your fire with their tears?
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| «Gone that siren’s sound,
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| it’s a silence now pours down
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| Gone, my next of kin,
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| and all once without now lives within»
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| «Topiary Tiger, once burned bright
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| save your tales of gnostic sight
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| and take heed on this (most) auspicious night!
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| Topiary Tiger, once burned bright» |