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CAPITOL LIMITED
I watch as the train flies by.
I stand there and I cry.
It is going to go to Chicago.
It is going to go to Washington DC.
I see.
I have fear.
I will never get out of here.
I wish I could go too.
The train goes on through.
I am blue.
Money, it takes a lot. Do I have it? I do not.