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Two poets and a train.

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If you � � �
ever find love � � �
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in all those � � � � �
empty, � � � � �
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bitter spaces � � � � �
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All those lonely � � � � �
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�little places.. � � � � �
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of just a memory.. � �
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Take the � � � � �
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A-train down a bumpy � � � � �
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winding street.. � � � � �
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and sail through � � � � �
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the lovely � � � � �
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�slums with me. � � � � �
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Together.. � � � � �
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we sway and � � � � �
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drift � � � � �
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side by side � � � � �
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in a docile gaze.. � � � � �
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A crowded car. � � � � �
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Another � � � � �
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New York �night � � � � �
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spellbound with � � � � �
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scattered �stars. � � � � �
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All I need is whiskey.. � � � � �
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your soulful blue eyes will � � � � �
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fix me.. � � � � �
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in a kiss so sweet � � � � �
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you�ll miss me. � � � � �
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A dusty old record.. � � � � �
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in an upstairs attic.. � � � � �
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full of aching � � � � �
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tender �sores. � � � � �
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Forgotten, � � � � �
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jaded boxes.. � � � � �
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the one�s � � � � �
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families tend to � � � � �
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ignore.. � � � � �
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Over .. � � � � �
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true and true.. � � � � �
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I remember hearing � � � � �
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the sounds of �you. � � � � �
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Footsteps creaking fast.. � � � � �
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in the night meant for.. � � � � �
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lovers dancing � � � � �
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�past. � � � � �
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Somber corpses � � � � �
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discovered � � � � �
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reconciled.. � � � � �
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at last. � � � � �
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I recall.. � � � � �
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the wondrous�thrill � � � � �
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of it all.. � � � � �
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when.. � � � � �
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your love.. � � � � �
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filled my.. � � � � �
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empty, bitter spaces.. � � � � �
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all those sad.. � �
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lonely, little �traces.. � � � � �
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of just.. � � � � �
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a memory. � � � � �
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