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Running all the way down to my mother land,
The train moves forward, and my memory waved its hand
To me on welcoming my return, the sign of 105.
The dusk left its pink touch on the edge of the other end
Along with some recalling dusty childhood.
Written by Jon
Photo by Boyen
From Orange Age
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