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Each clicketey-clack of First Love

“I looked down the railroad track, just as far as I could see. All I seed was a little bitty hand, kept wavin’, after me. Don’t you weep my own true love. Don’t you weep or sigh. Each clickity-clack tells me I”ll be back, in the very near bye and bye.” (Harry Belafonte, I’m gonna be your man)