A night train
Midnight
Bags gathered round my feet
Possessions
Some lessened
To carry with me
Heavy and Soothing
Like a gentle symphony
I rest my head right
Back upon my seat
It's hard And cold though
The best thing for me
This train is Movin'
But my heart is stationery
Seasons change
[...] It won't ever be the same
I'm hopin' I will stay the same
Reasons strange
Why we always play these games
I left it With you
A note that was discreet
I made sure I put it
Upon the cellar door
It's hanging, hoping
Will you read it while I weep
Last time, The last time
It flickers through me
So vivid, It rushes
From my head down to my feet
We're laughing, joking
Through [...] to my defeat
Seasons change
It'll never be the same
I'm hopin' I will stay the same
Reasons strange
Why we always play these games
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