I have a friend who likes trains too
Choo
Trestles high
Winding the Big Horn passes and grain fields below
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In the sun, shades and screen
'Til moon and star and music
Quiet clacks on the tracks
East to New York City
Gats Villages Vanguards
Vivaldi and blues and Milo Hewes
The Waldorf straws and shoes
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Toos.