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November
On a cold November evening
So many years ago
You left footprints towards the train tracks
In the freshly fallen snow
You took one last look at the sky
Then our photos in your hand
Grasped the cross around your neck
And continued with your plan
You laid down one final time
On a bed of wood and steel
The air grew even colder
You could no longer feel
The track began to rumble
Your heart began to sink
It would all be over soon
You would not have to think
On that cold November night
The whole world turned black
You left footprints towards the train tracks
But you left no footprints back
