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As the Train Comes in

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As the train comes in
And the whistle blows
The moon shines down,
Down on me.

Through the town
And through the hills
I pass all kinds of people
Including girls in purple dresses.

Blue eyes and red hair
Freckles and a skinny waist
The moon shines down at her
As our eyes once again meet.





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