The Train At It's Full Speed
The windows are as big as can be,
And out of them you can see,
millions of different things,
all spreading out like wings.
It dates from long ago,
and now it's ready to go,
Travelling in a train,
is never a pain.
Whether night or day,
as some people say,
There's a wonderful invention,
a beutiful creation,
called a train.
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