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First Class Ticket

I hear the train in the distance I still have some time though it is getting shorter Bought my ticket cost me a lot The train whistle calls my name It hasn't arrived when the conductor will call all aboard and my ticket will be punched I paid first class I need to get some errands done Good byes forgiveness and tears a final hug it has been a long war Battles filled with tears fears and laughter The train whistle called my name Now at the train station waiting for the conductor to punch my ticket for the train to take me home Frank Black Blacharczyk

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