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The station

Worn steep steps,
Dingy light,
Musty smell,
Leading down to the station, The balcony, overlooking the platform
Soul meeting place, Living and the dearly departed,
This is the neutral place To see your relatives of the bygone age,
The dearly departed whom have passed on,
You meet and greet At the station of the other side,
Only way to get to this place Fall asleep, Think of them
They will catch the train to the station.

Written by boris_activia (MrKeates)
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