Iron metal
Crisscrossing
Dragging through the dust
Like the snake, iron snake.
Tracks lay ahead as far as our eyes go,
Crawling through the urban and rural;
The countryside with her quiet forest
The township with her hustle bustle
The clouds are free of you
They watch your snake lanes
Cockroach through rocks and tunnels
Leading the way to the future!
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