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Old Train
Come down, come down
Old train with billowed steam
Eyes so heavy
Drunk on Agave leaf
No light hath shown
Nor, Hell hath seen
A hope so dismal
As hope fatigued
Down to empty
Gasoline within my soul
Hope, in turn, now losing
Its salient hold
Come down, come down
Old train with billowed smoke
Dust so heavy
On curtains, the sun chokes
No sliver of light
Hell can see
No hope so dismal
As hope fatigued
