Night after night, week after week, month after month and year after year,
Clad in her garments of dingy black, ragged and wrinkled, she's waiting here
Watching the passenger trains come in, silent and sad in the self same place,
Anxiously viewing the careless crowd, eagerly scanning each stranger face.
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Such a hypnotic trance has been illustrated with artistic skill, catches the reader to reach its catastrophe. Yes, I know the story is most common but the expression has touched its success. Thanks.