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I thought the train
would never stop
and give me time
to step
off
and run and play
in open fields a while,
but then it did.
Just before the
YELLOW PASSAGE it stopped,
and suddenly
the open fields were gone
as was the train itself
and I was all
alone
except for the
YELLOW PASSAGE-
And it was
l
o
n
g
and
w i d e
And oh so YELLOW in my sight--
I walked and walked
and thought and thought
long and long
until I knew that It and I
were
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