The steel lynx screams, snarls, screeches
Through fog and mist. Its red eyes blaze.
Cold claws of sound tear and resound.
It slinks away into the haze.
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Morning Train
The steel lynx screams, snarls, screeches
Through fog and mist. Its red eyes blaze.
Cold claws of sound tear and resound.
It slinks away into the haze.
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