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The trains come and go,

and people wait,

at the railway platforms,

and the walls of

interchangeable lights,

flash a signal,

closing the doors:

And I encounter darkness.

Is it night or is something wrong,

with my eyesight?

I thought I saw you,

carefree, happy,

smiling and waving,

at me, joyfully.

But there's no train, no hustle-bustle.

Am I deceiving myself with wishful thinking?

But all this does not matter.

I am happy to see you,

carefree and happy,

smiling at me...that's all that matters.