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Edna St. Vincent Millay - Travel
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The railroad track is miles away, 
And the day is loud with voices speaking, 
Yet there isn`t a train goes by all day 
But I hear its whistle shrieking.

All night there isn`t a train goes by, 
Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming, 
But I see its cinders red on the sky, 
And hear its engine steaming.

My heart is warm with friends I make, 
And better friends I not be knowing; 
Yet there isn`t a train I wouldn`t take, 
No matter where it`s going.
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