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Twilight Train
A winding track, a fading light,
A train that whispers through the night.
Its mournful whistle, a lonely sigh,
As it journeys on, beneath the sky.
A fleeting glimpse, a distant dream,
A twilight train, a solemn scene.
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Moharif Yulianto
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