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i can see the remnants of the past through the glass, as we pass by these old towns. scrapyards and factories, decaying buildings, old boats and old men; all clinging to something. living in the present but stranded in the past - time moves too fast for us. scars left from dusty old days, now they're dying a death. how did the future happen so fast? conversations murmur set to the rhythm of the tracks. they're repairing the bridge again, they're always repairing the bridge. tiny beaches that look like old postcards appear and then are gone. they appear and then are gone. and as the rain comes down, reality returns to me. i'm nearly home again.
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