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Travel The railroad track is miles away,And the day is loud with voices speaking ,Yet there isn't a train goes by, But I hear it's whistle shriekingAll night there isn't a train goes by,Though the night is still for sleep and dreaming,But I see it's cinders red on the sky,And hear it's engine steamingMy heart is warm with the friends I make,And better friends I'll not be knowing,Yet there isn't a train I wouldn't take,No matter where it's going.please answer the questions for the given poem. ​

Answer» TION:a.engine STEAMING and WHISTLE


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