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Trains

Trains

It calls out in the last hours of the night

A lonely cry searching in the darkness

Unable to find its love it wails to the moon

And deep inside the heart knows its pain

The haunting sound resonates within

Waking feelings that fain sleep

Stirring salty tears of recognition

Until at last the cry grows faint in the night

On to other towns and crossings and ears

Blowing its lonely whistle to attentive hearts

The train continues on down the line