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By The Love Dog Submitted by Harmonica Date: 2004 Feb 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.02.03.13.16.14345]] |
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Their best words were unspoken Just a thank you for the ride Finally the end was coming Newspapers ruffled between them As train whistles and bells broke the silence It was the last journey Glances and chances were gone Only my pen can speak now Never become what you are not Let yourself esteem rundown down the Tracks rusted rail Eyes will close now Minds will shut Arch your chair back in time Miles of memories leap Over ties of creosote Goodbye at 100 miles per hour Sleep softly now on broken dreams As the ride brings no mercy |