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I've rounded a bend and I'm on the track,

I'm out of the station and I'm not going back,

My boiler is hissing and my signal is green,

The sky is crisp and the clouds look like cream,

The trees fly by through the frosty spring,

My coal box is filled and the birds start to sing,

Throughout the tunnel the lamps flicker on,

And all other trains seem to have gone,

I've rounded a bend and I'm on the track'

I've arrived at the station but I'm soon going back.