The HS2 is a train so fast
Camden people won't see it pass
They may be out or earning their keep
Or lost the home in which they sleep
To travel so fast, northward bound
Is not as idyllic as it may sound
Those on the train, should sit and wonder
Of communities that have been torn asunder
Remember while you sit and text
It could be your neighbourhood next
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