Speeding forward on parallel tracks,
shaking bogies to and fro,
Talkative aunties and dozing uncles,
all packed in a row.
The soothing breeze blowing from window,
lulled me to sleep.
But crying babies make,
it a sleepless trip.
shaking bogies to and fro,
Talkative aunties and dozing uncles,
all packed in a row.
The soothing breeze blowing from window,
lulled me to sleep.
But crying babies make,
it a sleepless trip.
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