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The lightning express from the depot so grand |
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Had started out on its way |
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All of the passengers that were on board |
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Seemed to be happy and gay |
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But one little boy who sat by himself |
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Was reading a letter he had |
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You could plainly tell by the look on his face |
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That the contents of it made him sad |
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The stern old conductor then started his round |
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Taking tickets from everyone there |
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And finally reaching the side of the boy |
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He gruffly demanded his fare |
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"I have no ticket" the boy then replied |
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"But I'll pay you back someday" |
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"Then I'll put you off at the next stop we make" |
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But he stopped when he heard the boy say |
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"Please Mr. Conductor |
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Don't put me off of this train |
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The best friend I have in this world sir |
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Is waiting for me in pain |
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Expecting to die any moment sir |
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And may not live through the day |
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I wanna reach home and kiss mother goodbye |
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Before God takes her away." |
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A girl sitting near was heard to exclaim |
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"If you put him off, it's a shame." |
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Taking his hand, a collection she made |
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The boy's way was paid on the train |
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"I'm obliged to you miss for your kindness to me." |
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"You're welcome," she said, never fear |
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Each time the conductor would pass through the car |
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The boy's words would ring in his ear |
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"Please Mr. Conductor |
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Don't put me off of this train |
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The best friend I have in this world sir |
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Is waiting for me in pain |
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Expecting to die any moment sir |
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And may not live through the day |
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I wanna reach home and kiss mother goodbye |
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Before God takes her away." |
