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Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking.
Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away.
To remember a face, and you're home or want to.
Certain they would meet soon, pain a portrait of a family.
Single light on, single way, single light away.
The night fell. Saw a painting on the stairwell,
to mouirn the passing of a daughter dear.
Her soul upon the train so far so near.
Just close your eyes and you're home.
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