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At the shadow of the door
I held my breath
Faint words , goodbye
The cargo train
of six o'clock
Beyond the window, clickety clack
In the fire of the burning dawn
from the window, beckoning
While laughter comes penetrating
gloomy faces are dyed dark red
And then, I get the feeling of solace
About this time now
the season of the end
murmured words "goodbye"
Waking up at six o'clock
that person's face
beyond the window, flickering
In the fire of the burning dawn
from the window, beckoning
While laughter comes penetrating
gloomy faces are dyed dark red
And then, I get the feeling of solace