Graeae
Go in the side entrance
Walk across the concourse
Out the front entrance
Round to the left
Round into the side street
Back into the concourse.
This is the pathway to finding out
Nothing.
As it is at the train station
So it is in life's world
Nobody can be relied upon
Blind ones sharing an eye
But not a brain
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