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Trains full of the dead     Travel into the night and the fog, Travel into the night and the forgetting     Into cities of dark passions,     Cities of dark smoke and oven tombs. Trains full of the dead    Have eyes that peek through their slits,    Eyes without faces that peek through the cracks. Trains full of the dead    Have fingers bleeding under cracked fingernails    That struggle to escape,     Struggle to crack open death          Like a dove in an eggshell. Into the fog and night, Hunger without respite, Hunger and crowded fires Consume, consume, consume... Trains full of the living.