Lights blink from afar
on hillsides drawn tight
Each light clear as a star
on a glittering night.

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Maybe lights on a train
from a storybook land
Where drought turns to rain
with the flick of a hand.

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Where darkened skies fold
so angels may roam
Where stars shine like gold
to guide people home.

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The slow midnight stills
as an empty train coasts
Lights retreat to the hills
and shimmer like ghosts.