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the train in new york

through new york's veins, and a train's soft hum,
an old soul sits softly in her window seat.
city rhythms, a symphony of beauty
in her gaze, a journey bittersweet.

whispers of tales in each worn line,
memories etched in each city street,
in the train's lull, a soul's heart,
a lifetime's tale in moments fleet.