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This train dashes into the night

Below a sky of stars and moon,

Spouting warm, puffy clouds

Into the cold air of the mountains –

Of thoughts and hopes and dreams;

The tracks lead on and on

Ever far away, always somewhere new,

It chugs down the river of steel

And yet all is silent :

Not even the engine comes to break the peace,

Sometimes when a tunnel

Chokes all the world away

The travel becomes bleak

And the traveler dark,

But always, somehow, he finds ways to express

And orient eve towards morn

Until the sun rises and boredom fades in hues

Of pale opal and their vast palette of hope;

If you are patiently curious

Do go ask the old conductor,

He has a thousand and one stories to share.

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