NAVIGATING ON THE TRAINS OF THE SOUTH
I FOUND A VERY PRETTY INDIAN INDIA
WHO SELLING BRANCHES OF FLOWERS
WALKING THE TRAIN TRACKS
LOVED BY HER MORENA
I BOUGHT A BRANCH FOR ME
AND WHEN I PUT THE COIN IN HER HANDS
TO THE FORMAL INDITA I SAID LIKE THIS
HEY INDITA, YOU SEE YOUR FLOWERS
I DID NOT LIKE SELL NO ONE FOR GOD'S sake
LET'S SING #$ & OF TROY
YOU OF ALL THE MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER
WITH TIME AND THE HOURS THAT FLY
OTHER COURSES MADE HER DEPARTURE
I LOOKED AT THE STATION FOR THE INDITA
BUT INSTEAD I WASTED MY TIME
UNTIL AN OLD LADY
MY SADNESS WANTED TO KNOW
I WAS ENTERED A WITHER BOUQUET
AND HE TOLD ME HERE IS YOUR MERCY
THE ONE WHO COMES TO LOOK FOR IS ALREADY DEAD
AND WHEN HE LEFT THIS BOUQUET, HE LEFT IT TO THE LORD PASSENGER
WHO IN MY LIFE WAS MY ONLY LOVE

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