| See the trains go by
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| see the engines that gave me chills
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| should make fun of your poor classmates
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| you gave up these thrills
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| these are the beautiful, the rose’s petal
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| the steamship’s muscle, the sleight of hand hustle
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| they’re the deepest felt, that do not get questioned
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| they’re the purest tack (?), that give us direction
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| like the softest skin, the thickest grin
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| the perfect pitch, the puppy’s chin
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| the speeding train, the arched ceiling
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| the curving hip, the soothing shade
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| do not be afraid
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| to let it take you, without jealousy
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| it’s guiltless pleasure, it’s freedom to its possessor
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| attraction to treasure we cannot hold
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| for the sake of one lover, tonight seduction’s mold
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| I answer to beauty
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| not weakness but reason
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| not spite but seasons
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| not wrong but feelings
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| to the softest skin, the thickest grin
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| the perfect pitch, the puppy’s chin
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| to the speeding train, to the arched ceiling
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| to the curving hip, to the soothing shade
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| to the softest skin, to the thickest grin
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| to the perfect pitch, to the puppy’s chin
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| to the speeding train (etc) |