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The Train The Train Cars pound the track Over a hundred small town crossings Bringing the haunting sound Of a fast Southbound With it's whistle loudly blowing. The wheat-tops wildly flowing As the train speeds swiftly past And, you'd swear at a glance That together they danced In the full moon softly glowing. Through the night it rushes on To greet another waking dawn The Train never missing a beat As it's traveler's sleep Singing, it's click-a-dee clack song. |
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