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The whistle hums, a mournful tune,
A waltz beneath the pale balloon.
Steam swirls soft, a ghostly haze,
Like dreams that drift through shadowed days.
Each puff, a sigh, each sigh, a plea,
The rhythm sways in three, in three.
Oh, the waltz of steam, it dances slow,
A fleeting step where echoes go.
Round and round, the tempo glides,
Through misty air where time abides.
Oh, the waltz of steam, forever flows,
A haunting song nobody knows.
The valves release, a steely breath,
A lover’s gasp on the edge of death.
The rails hum low, a bassline deep,
While memories through the night-time creep.
Each clank, a heart, each hiss, a tear,
A waltz for those no longer here.
The trumpet moans, a smoky flare,
A wisp of life, dissolved in air.
Piano whispers, soft and clear,
A fragile tune the soul can hear.
Steam fades, it fades, a lullaby,
To waltz with stars and kiss the sky.
Oh, the waltz of steam, it dances slow,
A fleeting step where echoes go.
Round and round, the tempo glides,
Through misty air where time abides.
Oh, the waltz of steam, forever flows,
A haunting song nobody knows.
Steam dissolves, the night is still,
A quiet sigh on the windowsill.
The waltz lingers, faint, unseen,
A memory lost in the waltz of steam.
