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A train passes by in the night carrying what is in my imagination |
| A train goes by, chugging along from my window I hear its whistling song On a crisp, cold night the sky so starry bright I imagine what's inside its cars maybe lost aliens from Mars A thousand sparkling fairies weaving spells many are receiving Tiny unicorns juggle balls before an audience of baby dolls Many elves are also there on their way to Santa's lair Piles of presents are on there too bouncing along with every choo-choo All will get where they need to be as they soon shall see Meanwhile they enjoy the ride as the snow gently falls outside. |