Departure at the Train Station By Fr an k N ic. Baz s ika© 2003
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Tis the time of our departing friend
Let the wine flow freely and partake The trip takes you away duration unknown I hate to think to know the years without Is this a sure and sober decision to part Perhaps think it more maybe delay My heart will feel the woe when you go Alas! The train is here at the station Embrace and good bye kiss the cheek I look upon the smoke glass of the car One last glimpse I peer hard Seeking familiar face I cannot find The train pulls away my tears are found My friend, my friend you are gone...
I feel a tap upon my shoulder Spinning around then I behold My friend! You have not gone!