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It's raining on a winter night.
The wind is cold and dry.
Voices howl and whistle,
as leaves dance through the sky.
In a cold room without power,
I huddle in a ball
wondering where you have gone,
why you never call.
Are you riding on that midnight train
on it's way to your dreams,
or have you just forgotten me,
as depressing as it seems.
I'm not completely sure what inspired me to write this.
...or am I?
The wind is cold and dry.
Voices howl and whistle,
as leaves dance through the sky.
In a cold room without power,
I huddle in a ball
wondering where you have gone,
why you never call.
Are you riding on that midnight train
on it's way to your dreams,
or have you just forgotten me,
as depressing as it seems.
I'm not completely sure what inspired me to write this.
...or am I?