| Across the dark and dusty plain
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| Where scars of old dry rivers run
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| Night unfolds, a coal black shroud
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| Across the hard and stony ground
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| Distant stars shining bright
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| In the cavern of the night
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| All is still and silence screams
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| To the thunder of the Lorca train
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| Flaming steal swift as wind
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| Wires hum the rails ring
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| Smokestack burning fiery sparks
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| Rise up to the stars
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| Towns asleep by empty roads
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| Churches rise from crooked roofs
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| Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs
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| Grow smaller darker disappear
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| See the moon so still and cold
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| A million stars that shed no warmth
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| Your nightmares all come out to play
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| In the silver light
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| Wait for sunrise in the east
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| Long shadows crawl across the plain
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| The ghosts of night will disappear
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| And lay your fears to rest
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| Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed
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| The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled
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| On tracks of iron, straight and cold
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| The silver moonlight danced
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| The flames are in the fireman’s eye
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| Orange in the engines glow
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| Gleaming pistons whirling cranks
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| Wait for dawn the rooster’s crow |