Lunch Central
The rest are just a shade of you
Mjolby Station
Passing the Fjords of Norway
Knowing hope is away
Suffocated by the gushing wind
What a look could have meant
I have experienced contact
The worst kind
That leaves life behind
The sound of thunder
Edges the world until it tumbles
I long for Mr. Rain
Who was too to stop that train
Can't I just let it rest
Why must tears be shed
But it did
What was not said
Is that
Life that is rich
Comes with incompleteness in it
Those forget no longer young
Those brave will not
Not Lunch Central
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