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Train Station
I went to sit on a bench,
At the train station
With a lot of people,
Nei wanted to go elsewhere.
Teleporting to a deserted place,
Somewhere outside, deserted
There Nei wanted to wait,
And together with me he lingered.
His black cloak I touched,
Fading in a fabric unknown.
Black fabric waving before me,
And I pulled it down
It danced with me.
Beauty in the night,
You are my inner light.
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Train Station
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