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https://hullyjoe.com/andrew-hull/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Coal-Train.jpg1280720The coal cars are glowing with the flashing crossing lights Their cymbal wheels are carried on the cool air of the night They are rolling through the village to the tolling of the bell, The instruments of industry declaring all is well There are echoes in the moonlight and shadows in the day Which briefly […]