Melodies racing forth, nothing to stop them from rocking down the steps of yesterday, keeping on the tracks, whistle blowing full blast, living in a moment of thoughts.
Sensing alarms of someone as they sit and wait for the train to pull into the station, hearing that whistle blowing, going faster and faster, moving into the present, dreaming of the delight as it stops on time.
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