The train chugs along the tracks,
A rhythmic beat that never slackens,
It carries dreams and hopes,
As it races towards its destination.
The whistle blows, a mournful sound,
Echoing through the countryside,
It reminds us of journeys taken,
And the ones that still lie ahead.
The train is a traveler's companion,
A vessel for wanderlust and adventure,
It carries people to new horizons,
And brings them back home once more.
Through towns and cities, it speeds along,
A blur of motion against the landscape,
But inside its carriages, stories unfold,
And memories are made that will never fade.
So let us ride the train, my friend,
And embrace the journey ahead,
For every mile is a new beginning,
And every station a chance to start again.
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