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DREAM TRAIN

I look out of my window
On a misty, rainy day,
And listen to the wind blow
While my thoughts are far away.

The memory of your face is like
A raindrop on the glass,
And the thought of miles between us
like the next drop joins the last.

The droplets run together, and 
They trickle down the pain
As I wonder when and whether
I will see your face again.

Now the window's steamy
And it rattles with the rain.
The rhythm makes me dreamy
And I dream I ride a train.

The Patter of the rain
Becomes the clatter of the wheels
That race me to your side
But when I wake up it's not real.