(We all know this)

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Poem for the Lost
Swept across, awaiting the time
People become lost in its rhyme
But hour after hour
And day before day
Life is what was considered
In a much horrible way
aliens on a train

Poem for the Lost
Swept across, awaiting the time
People become lost in its rhyme
But hour after hour
And day before day
Life is what was considered
In a much horrible way