Weird souls say there are no trains, but only the ghost of trains, or freight trains, never stopping any place, groaning and sliding through the blind mindscapes of solitary women.
Weird souls say things have happened in the swamps further down the valley.
Weird souls say they've heard noises in derelict barns.
Weird souls have heard the Voices while they watched the Flood.
Weird souls have seen the faces of these Voices or so they say.
Weird souls say the Blues has no Name.
Weird souls sing and never talk.
Weird souls say nothing is weird.
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