Ghost Train ain't takin' me to-day;
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Ghost Train ain't pullin' me away!
I'll be with my true-love past May.
May June be calm and hot and long!
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May my true-love and self be strong:
Gayly hear still for years life's song.
Stamp no fare-slip; save me no seat;
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Our simple Earth-work's incomplete:
We're swinging still from Nature's teat.
I'll ride Ghost Train when I'm flat, spent,
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Old, atrophied, demented, bent,
White, choking down my low lament.
Glory Train lifts us high-up-hill,
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After we've suck'd and drain'd our fill
Off sparkling berry-bush-lined rill.