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"I'm Hachiko...i'm still waiting

The leaves fall in autumn,
and turn to snow on my feet.
The fresh spring breeze gives way to the cheer of summer sun.
Things around me change, but as I lay down I’m waiting for you here again.
The first train passes by, and the doors open; I wait for you to step out of one of the coaches.
With a spring in our steps, we make the long journey home.

The shadows loom, and fade to the darkness of the night.
The crowded platforms now silent,
bathed in the glow of lamps. Someone passes by, and asks me why I’m still waiting.
But tomorrow, I’ll be back here again.

Another train passes by,
and the doors open;
I wait for you to step out of one of the coaches. I get up to my feet,
and make my long journey home.

Minutes turn to hours,
days to weeks and months .
And Time counts loyalty in the fathoms of years .
A bond – tethered – like Earth is to Heaven I’ll wait for you right here, again.

The last train passes by, and the doors open; I wait for you to step out of one of the coaches.
With faltering steps, I make my long journey home.
The faces turn familiar, my sense of smell betrays me.
I look out the distance with my failing eyes for the last train.
A decade has passed, and I’ll keep waiting.
Until we’ll walk home together again."

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Description
"I'm Hachiko...i'm still waiting

The leaves fall in autumn,
and turn to snow on my feet.
The fresh spring breeze gives way to the cheer of summer sun.
Things around me change, but as I lay down I’m waiting for you here again.
The first train passes by, and the doors open; I wait for you to step out of one of the coaches.
With a spring in our steps, we make the long journey home.

The shadows loom, and fade to the darkness of the night.
The crowded platforms now silent,
bathed in the glow of lamps. Someone passes by, and asks me why I’m still waiting.
But tomorrow, I’ll be back here again.

Another train passes by,
and the doors open;
I wait for you to step out of one of the coaches. I get up to my feet,
and make my long journey home.

Minutes turn to hours,
days to weeks and months .
And Time counts loyalty in the fathoms of years .
A bond – tethered – like Earth is to Heaven I’ll wait for you right here, again.

The last train passes by, and the doors open; I wait for you to step out of one of the coaches.
With faltering steps, I make my long journey home.
The faces turn familiar, my sense of smell betrays me.
I look out the distance with my failing eyes for the last train.
A decade has passed, and I’ll keep waiting.
Until we’ll walk home together again."

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