19:27

Gradually the light turns dark
when I come home again.

Songs grow ever quieter to hear
when I come home again.

Eyes droop and clamp down
when I come home again.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes
when I come home again.

I leave my loving red far behind
when I come home again.

When will it not be like this
for me to come home again?

train 1927

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