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Her tracks still wind
across the hills and the valley down below but I don't see any sign of life nor hear her whistle blow. - I miss the sound that she once made as she let her engine roar but now the lady that I had loved don't pass here any more. - Its sad to see the things that were removed from off the scene to make the way for modern days more up to date machine. - The empty tracks now left behind are just one more reminder that once you lose your lady love you may never find her. - And tracks alone though they still wind across the mountainside won't fill the place inside the heart that she once occupied.
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