At the station

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How long time goes by in a lonely station
To wait another hour, the long-awaited moment,
When in a noisy second-class carriage
You will go, rushing and stove.

Through the darkness of the night and foggy web
And through the frightened city lights
Although I probably are you waiting for
In the way I am, forgive me.