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- Gurdit
- 14 hours ago
- 1 min read
The train is leaving the station,
And you're walking in the opposite direction,
The person you came with on the station,
Is now being whizzed past you,
Further away with each passing second and mile,
There's something about the way you feel then,
There's something special about it,
There's something sad too.