Part 5
The wait before the day is through.
The riptide rustle of pedestrians resumes,
Packed together, riding the sea to the harbour;
Their trains are due,
And the week’s end is coming.
The End
The wait before the day is through.
The riptide rustle of pedestrians resumes,
Packed together, riding the sea to the harbour;
Their trains are due,
And the week’s end is coming.
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