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I was on a train
Somewhere in Spain
Sometime in the night
I drew up my knees
In second class
And watched in the blue light
Strangers beside me
Strangers across from me
They've closed their eyes
So far away from home
The empty stations echo
As we go dreaming by
I miss you like crazy
I wish that you were here
Holding me
So many times
I see something
I want to show you
Like the crazy man
Crying on his violin
I game him two drachmas for you
And every city square
Pigeons everywhere
Fountains and painters
I sit upon the step
My chin upon my knees
I watch lovers go by
I miss you like crazy
I wish that you were here
Holding me
Because you give me peace
You give me hope
I love you
Of course--there are other men
Sharing in the sways and bends
Of Paris and Rome
And though I do not know
Exactly what the difference is
I never asked them home
It made me realize
How beautiful and strange
Is the bird of love
It flies so differently
Cries so differently
From the bird of whatever the other
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