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He is on an all-night train Reading from the book of his life From time to time raising his head To glimpse something of the landscape Rushing past, beyond the darkened window, Only to catch his pale reflection in the glass. Whispering secrets under their breath, The flutter of pages like birds, Dark and motioning the moonless night. * June 28 2023
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Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 2:27 AM UTC
20th Century Ghosts
He is on an all-night train Reading from the book of his life From time to time raising his head To glimpse something of the landscape Rushing past, beyond the darkened window, Only to catch his pale reflection in the glass. Whispering secrets under their breath, The flutter of pages like birds, Dark and motioning the moonless night. * June 28 2023
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Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 2:27 AM UTC
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