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...There are some people at the window,
in the graveyard,
by the station.
I can see them,
I can see.
 
They seem happy, celebrating.
I can see them,
I can see.
 
There is a view of wooden dwellings,
no bitterness,
by a lake, inside a forest.
 
Can you see them?
Can you see?
 
These are the people we could have been.
Life in the valleys,
far from the city,
and day to day
we could have been.
 
Stop this train.
Stop this train.
 
I am…
     Not what you are.
     Not what you seem.

...Toffears