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Far or near? ? ! !
There is a Station here,
For you to come one day
After passing the hill and the bay,
Here is always crowded
With the passengers, who are still bonded,
Bonded to the previous stations
To the affections and the sensations,
But the last station is always waiting...
And we will arrive at it weeping... (unfortunately... rarely laughing)