On the edge of the breeze of a warm summer's night
Floats the whistle of a train passing by
Motionless, I sit on my windowsill
As a tear meets the corner of my eye
Such happiness as this can be found nowhere else
I swoon in the moon's easy gleam
Childhood memories of the train and the breeze
I revisit each night in a dream
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