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Aug 2021
Let’s get on this train
Beyond the yellow line
We’ll never chase away the time
Our feet, bigger than the world beneath
It’s never too late
Hold my hand
We may never have this chance

In this ride
With you by my side
Scenes outside are changing
But you feel all the same

I look at you
Reason, deeply buried within those eyes

I’ll spread your smile
Across the distant seas
And keep this memory
Framed by overlooking trees
We don’t need to share a word
But we’ll talk about this someday

Your hair still smells like winter

It’s time to get off the train
Beyond the yellow line
There’s never enough time
Our feet, bigger than the world beneath

Pouring rain and shallow waters
Where do we go from here?
Do our hearts still burn?

We are never too late.
Hold my hand
I love you just the same.

This life with you
I lived every moment
Let’s talk about that ride
Beyond the yellow line
Our feet, still bigger than the world beneath
We were on time
Let’s talk about that train ride.
Triste
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Triste  F/Philippines
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