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The Ninth Train
The work has been done
The visas are set
Those traps have been sprung
Finally, freedom for some
Every face and every name
Scorched in my mind
Pleading and tortured
They must run to hide
The beast rolls through the hills
Bringing deadlines and kills
Saving everyone if we can
Is my only plan
Eight trains so far
Gives strength and hope
To fami...
Wednesday 24th January 2024 10:15 am
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