Train moves forward blowing smoke in the air,
does not stop to notice passing beauty anywhere,
crystal streams, pure and tender green,
bright Van Gogh red, silver clouds overhead.
All that and more it forever leaves behind,
I look out the window and see it all disappear.
does not stop to notice passing beauty anywhere,
crystal streams, pure and tender green,
bright Van Gogh red, silver clouds overhead.
All that and more it forever leaves behind,
I look out the window and see it all disappear.
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