In the twilight years a man thinks of his reunion.
About the return of the match, the Gamble who lost several times?
The gloomy past he wants to renovate it seems.
He holds the return ticket in the mist
And he waits at the last tumbledown railway station.
Will he be able to come back in the same train?

nimal dunuhinga

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