Night
Smoke blacked houses, each one sleeps.
Dust and gust and the prairie wind sweeps
Through the silence.
And on its breath blows an old refrain
Wheels pounding
Whistle sounding
Lonely wheels and moaning whistle
Midnight train.
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Wind
It sweeps along the boulevard
And puts pedestrians on guard.
They clamp their hats down to their heads.
It whistles down from tall skyscrapers
And carries with it old newspapers.
It rips and tears them into shreds.
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