Well the time came again
That a train visited the hills
The train of volunteers
Driven by their common wills
Through
Long forgotten glades
Fields of silver
Fields of gold
Fields of bronze
Fields once sold
Now bought back again
All for the train
All for the memory
All for the future
All for the history to be
Tied up like sutures
Never leaving a loose end
Never knowing what's round the bend
Or down the tracks
The strawberry fields forever
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