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A train went past the window
To interrupt the night
The waiting hours of morning
Seemed further from his sight
The wet wall by the playground
Glistened through the rain
And crying seemed as natural
As parents always claim
Silence makes the memory loud
And silence makes me prey
Though empty hearts can beat as loud
As full ones during the day
Sorrow that a desperate man
Can chase away with light
Always finds his spirit weak
When evening turns to night
The kings cross train slows down at night
When the sky is dark
Right next to the infant school
Opposite the park
Rain falls down on abbeyhill
Memories start to shout
As sky and locomotive
Let the tears run out
