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The phantom train .... The outline of a train station

We run


Death always follows closely

Till we turn around

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Years !

Vague with images of frightened people

We pretend to love

We walk alone in the rain

//

Shall our song be heard



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He wanders toward the ghost town in the night's foggy
Hold


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Perhaps a face shall be seen

( perhaps a child ! )

//

Oh mother !

I AM SORRY

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We have lost every battle

We cannot even "see" the war any more


//


The story has an ending

LET US WAIT HERE FOR AWHILE


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