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                                A hole.

                        To get to the train,

                        without a lot of strain.

                      They ignore the pain.

                             They avoid the lost souls.

                      Underground.

               Lost, they souls are, they'll never be found.

They look for change spare, they other people they dont care.

                          They just want to pay their fare.

           They don't want to be there.    

                         They just want to get away.

                  

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Great imagery.

Great imagery.