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Talking on the Train
Seated right in front of me They're talking on the train, Their fifty years together Showing clear and plain. A gentle conversation Flowing back and forth. An easy way of being On a train headed North. And I am wondering How on earth they do it Half a century passed Like there's nothing to it. I wonder about their life, What they might have seen And I wonder if they wonder What they might have been? Seated right in front of me They're talking on the train, Half a century of love Is showing clear and plain.
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