A smokey dusk on a lonely trail,
Alone I quietly was awaiting my train -
It whistled far, from the faraway dusk
In the far crimson sky, was a splendid starcast
A moment forever, from a castaway station
I witnessed alone, nature's constellation
Men off for their den, as a day ebbs past
Till eternity do such moments last...
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