The train
Goes on and on,
Going like a whistling
Behemoth,
For there is not much to it,
Except the chugging
Down the track.
It goes on and on,
And doesn't stop,
While the people sit
Inside of it,
Waiting for their time
To get off.
And so on it goes,
Never to mind,
But goes on
To waste time of its own.
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