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Empty tracks running through the snow
A path away, far away
Somewhere that I can run
Along these empty tracks
Metal upon metal,
Dusk upon trees
Icy air calling far ahead
But no sound
No whistle, no smoke
Nothing but the wind
And the empty tracks
Stretching away, begging
Running for miles
But never stopping.
Always there, never used.
I’ll follow them
Someday
I’ll walk their distance
Those empty tracks



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