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My train is running at its fastest,
Who can hold the speed of time,
Passengers have now reached college,
Guard is a happy beside.
I See myself in a valley So green,
I thank Almighty for His grace,
See the tracks kept changing,
Yet one thing was sure that's His grace.
With me in the valley,
With me every time,
I love your presence,
Each and every time.
So many joys have you added in my heart,
I praise you for great though art,
My relaxation and comfort though art,
And I know you won't ever part.
Note: The poem talks about passengers ie my children. Guard is my wife.
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