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Another tear rolls down my cheek 

another day passes in vain

These salty days turn to weeks

I can still hear the passing train

Your lips tenderly brushing my cheek

Precious memories firmly ingrained

Softy placed gentle but not so meek

so powerful its been tattooed in my brain

As these tear filled days turn into weeks 

the nights just gets the pillows stained

Broken hearts are not for the meek

A constant reminder of your departed train