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By Eric-Anderson Momou There is a train, That runs from  East to West, From Marrakech To Bangladesh. That rides upon A Crescent’s beam, and trudges on thin airy streams. There is a train, Out past the plain, Far unclaimed Bound for Steppes Most unnamed That brings our wedded men,  From threshing fields To mend them…