To The Lady on the Train,
My umbrella I gave to you in case of rain.
And should you ever feel the cold,
Warmth within my arms I'll hold.
If in the dark, you feel fright,
beside you I'd stay through the night.
Food, clothes and jewelery for you I'd buy.
Your every desire I could not deny.
Of all that I am and I have to give,
should I have those years to re-live
You would know that from the start,
that what you stole was my heart.
The Man in the Station
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