Train tracks

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On that one side of paradise In the Tropic of Cancer Along past warehouses and water towers Their backs turned squarely To the train that bumps and glides on the tracks My head leaning against the window
'H' or 'H'  I just can't tell The click and clack Won't serve me well I hear it come It comes so near Across the track I sit in fear
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