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Taken, by fate, to a subway of feelings
Caverns which reap what I call
Beacons of hope at the end often stealing
Fixtures in spite of it all

Counting the tracks of a firm destination
Purchasing tickets to share
Fear stands my heart of my own hesitation
Wondering if you are there

Whistles a’ call and the watchman he carries
Candles of flickering flame
Dancing like wings on the shoulders of fairies
Illumined this night to remain

Standing alone on this platform libation
Drinking the sights I do see
Pacing my walk as my feet they do hasten
Bounding so effortlessly

Hearing the rumble of steel upon endings
Narrow the edge where I wait
Moving along with the answers depending
Finding the hour is late

Darkness invades past the lights ever keeping
Colors to turn on in time
Riding this train of a heart constant weeping
Until the day you are mine