NOW ALL I HEAR
At the royal altar they're burning their
candles to the sun, and the little folk
line up in two straights. It must be
some midnight holiday again, but
all I hear are train whistles in the
night. The freights run all night
here, back and forth, it seems, in
70-car loads of traffic. Lights at
the crossings, while all the cars
wait. It looks like a holiday every
night too. Hope you've got
the time to spend.
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