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Grand Old Central Station
from How To Die Laughing
by Pablo Byrne
GRAND OLD CENTRAL STATION
The clock keeps ticking Our time is running out It gets you in the end There’s never any doubt
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Tomorrow is a gift Not everyone will see Each Christmas is the last one A ghostly reverie
A new year beginning Another chance to be The one that you aspire to The ego and id that’s ‘me’
Each sunrise brings its setting Each summer ends in rain We live since our begetting Like a voyage on a train
As we head for journey’s ending To a siding or a station The brakeman blows his whistle With no thought or hesitation
And we close in to the buffers Of our final destination With hope that no one suffers In that Grand Old Central Station.
