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Midnight train has left the platform
And the hour says it is 12.30 Sleepless and lost in our own agonies We can sit even further, sipping the silence From our glasses those are not in a toast If our silences can communicate with each other There will not be unheard sighs forever I can get up and close that damn window Or you can, and not to pretend that we don't care The icy wind that is visiting us so often You can pick up that cigarette you didn't light up And I can go ahead and text back the brunette I met In the bar other night, after you walked out Yes, you can collect everything that is not mine And leave with me those feelings I had for you May be, you can say a word and we can toast Our glasses once again, celebrating the champagne by the fireside To start once again afresh As silence was never our favorite drink
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