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15/09/2011

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A night train, midnight, bags gathered round my feet
Possessions, some lessened, to carry with me
Heavy and soothing; Like a gentle symphony

I rest my, head right, back upon my seat
It’s hard and cold though; The best thing for me
This train is, Movin’ but my heart is stationary

Seasons change; it won’t ever be the same
I’m hopin’ I will stay the same
Reasons strange; Why we always play these games

I left it, with you; A note that was discreet
I made sure, I put it, upon the cellar door
It’s hanging, hoping, will you read it while I weep

Last time, the last time, it flickers through me
So vivid, it rushes, from my head down to my feet
We’re laughing, joking, through a dance to my defeat

Seasons change; it won’t ever be the same
I’m hopin’ I will stay the same
Reasons strange; Why we always play these games