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The last train is nearly due |
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The Underground is closing soon |
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And in the dark, deserted station |
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Restless in anticipation |
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A man waits in the shadows |
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His restless eyes leap and scratch |
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At all that they can touch or catch |
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Hidden deep within his pocket |
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Safe within his silent socket |
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He holds a coloured crayon |
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Now, from the tunnel's stony womb |
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The carriage rides to meet the groom |
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And opens wide in welcome doors |
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But he hesitates, then withdraws |
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Deeper in the shadows |
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And the train is gone suddenly |
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On wheels clicking silently |
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Like a gently tapping litany |
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And he holds his crayon rosary |
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Tighter in his hand |
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Now, from his pocket quickly flashes |
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The crayon on the wall he slashes |
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Deep upon the advertising |
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A single-worded poem comprised of |
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Four letters |
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And his heart is laughin', screamin', poundin' |
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The poem across the tracks reboundin' |
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Shadowed by the exit light |
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His legs take their ascending flight |
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To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night |
