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All our trunks are stowed Farewells all said This train has run So now we sit and take what's left Of summer's final breath As our lives roll by Like portraits and Landscapes Just as hours will grow up to be days Just as I remain a face in the window This portrait's never the same The daylight was waning And the thoughts came unbidden As the sky began raining And the landscape was hidden By raindrops painting Their tip tap pictures on windows This train ride's a quick one And no one can see Just where you will, who you will, what you will be In time you'll hear whistles and calls for the end of the line But I soon left these thoughts And played gobstones with Ron Had a laugh at just how many times he had won And I smiled to think of the stories we'll have SongtexteWhen we're done As our lives roll by, Like portraits and landscapes Just as hours will grow up to be days While I remain a face in the window This portrait's never the same Aus Songtexte Mania