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Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking. Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away. To remember a face, and you're home or want to. Certain they would meet soon, paint a portrait of a family. Single light on, single way, single light away. The night fell. Saw a painting on the stairwell to mourn the passing of a daughter dear. Her soul upon the train so far so near. Just close your eyes and you're home. From Letras Mania