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Oct 2019
16:15 express

The train goes on,
the steam whistle making
a sad song and every time
it's a new one,

in my dream

the trees still scream
and the mountains still fall
the rivers are dry, but the
train goes on.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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     Malia and Terry Collett
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