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Freedom’s price
Train rolls softly. The night wind blows through my open window, the priest and his flunkies are gone. It’s just you and I. This is the only place that you are free, isn’t it?
Listen to the heartbeat. Closely and you will find everything here beside me, on this lonely train ride. Everything is hidden in your smile.
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