the train
the naked sound
I heard the whistle
the high pitch like call
a bird crying to her mate
in her flight, the lonely flight
hold back the night, the lonely night
the train
relentless to brag
no soul can resist
calls the lonely near
anchored in sadness and sorrow
the night blooms with anguish temptation
the day shares her heartbreak world wide
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