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just another train station

Then it came,
Like the rain fiddling on the roof,
Pieces of sanity falling from the sky,

And it went,
A train lost in tracks,
A platform deserted by passengers,
A music hall with no sound,
Cold as snow down the front yard.

The pain of losing emotion,
Isn’t close as to losing you.
The pain of losing devotion,
Isn’t close a thing in losing my reason as you.

Then it came, everyday,
Until it can’t pour no more,
The pain of losing you,
Even died losing you.