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Sad melancholic ballad progressive psytrance dance song about the vibrations of tears

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Midnight at the Station"

"Midnight at the Station"
(A Love Story in Song)

Verse 1
She stood alone at the station,
Beneath a sky painted gray.
A suitcase full of whispers,
And dreams from yesterday.
The train whistle called her onward,
But her heart begged her to stay.
The boy she left was waiting,
In a world she walked away.

Chorus
Oh, love’s a fleeting shadow,
A fire burning bright.
It lights the path before us,
But fades into the night.
Still, I’ll run through the darkness,
Chasing that silver line,
To find you at the station,
Where our hearts once intertwined.

Verse 2
He held a photograph tightly,
Fingers worn with regret.
Every smile she gave him,
Was one he’d never forget.
Through the echoes of her laughter,
He heard the train depart,
But her footsteps stayed beside him,
Tattooed upon his heart.

Chorus
Oh, love’s a fleeting shadow,
A fire burning bright.
It lights the path before us,
But fades into the night.
Still, I’ll run through the darkness,
Chasing that silver line,
To find you at the station,
Where our hearts once intertwined.

Bridge
Years passed like fleeting seasons,
The station fell to ruin.
But one night beneath the starlight,
Two shadows met in tune.
Her voice, a song remembered,
His touch, a spark returned.
Together they rebuilt the dream,
From bridges once they burned.

Final Chorus
Oh, love’s a fleeting shadow,
A fire burning bright.
It lights the path before us,
But fades into the night.
Still, we’ll walk through the darkness,
Our hands and hearts aligned,
Forever at the station,
Where our souls are redefined.

Outro
She stood alone at the station,
But this time, so did he.
Their journey was the answer,
And love their destiny.

Music visual

The middle ages inspired the world

به سراغ من اگر می آیید،

نرم و آهسته بیایید

مبادا که ترک بردارد چینی نازک تنهایی من...

The blessed damozel leaned out
From the gold bar of Heaven;
Her eyes were deeper than the depth
Of waters stilled at even;
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.

Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
No wrought flowers did adorn,
But a white rose of Mary's gift,
For service meetly worn;
Her hair that lay along her back
Was yellow like ripe corn.

Her seemed she scarce had been a day
One of God's choristers;
The wonder was not yet quite gone
From that still look of hers;
Albeit, to them she left, her day
Had counted as ten years.

(To one, it is ten years of years.
...Yet now, and in this place,
Surely she leaned o'er me—her hair
Fell all about my face....
Nothing: the autumn-fall of leaves.
The whole year sets apace.)

It was the terrace of God's house
That she was standing on,—
By God built over the sheer depth
The which is Space begun;
So high, that looking downward thence
She scarce could see the sun.

It lies in Heaven, across the flood
Of ether, as a bridge.
Beneath, the tides of day and night
With flame and darkness ridge
The void, as low as where this Earth
Spins like a fretful midge.

Around her, lovers, newly met
'Mid deathless love's acclaims,
Spoke evermore among themselves
Their heart-remembered names;
And the souls mounting up to God
Went by her like thin flames.

And still she bowed herself and stooped
Out of the circling charm;
Until her bosom must have made
The bar she leaned on warm,
And the lilies lay as if asleep
Along her bended arm.

From the fixed place of Heaven she saw
Time like a pulse shake fierce
Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove,
In that steep gulph, to pierce
The swarm; and then she spoke, as when
The stars sang in their spheres.

"I wish that he were come to me,
For he will come," she said.
"Have I not prayed in Heaven?—on Earth,
Lord, Lord, has he not prayed?
Are not two prayers a perfect strength?
And shall I feel afraid?

"When round his head the aureole clings,
And he is clothed in white,
I'll take his hand and go with him
To the deep wells of light;
And we will step down as to a stream
And bathe there in God's sight.

"We two will stand beside that shrine,
Occult, withheld, untrod,
Whose lamps are stirred continually
With prayer sent up to God;
And see our old prayers, granted, melt
Each like a little cloud.

"We two will lie i' the shadow of
That living mystic tree
Within whose secret growth the Dove
Is sometimes felt to be,
While every leaf that His plumes touch
Saith His Name audibly.

"And I myself will teach to him,
I myself, lying so,
The songs I sing here; which his voice
Shall pause in, hushed and slow,
And find some knowledge at each pause,
Or some new thing to know."

(Alas! We two, we two, thou say'st!
Yea, one wast thou with me
That once of old. But shall God lift
To endless unity
The soul whose likeness with thy soul
Was but its love for thee?)

"We two," she said, "will seek the groves
Where the lady Mary is,
With her five handmaidens, whose names
Are five sweet symphonies:
Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
Margaret, and Rosalys.

"Circlewise sit they, with bound locks
And foreheads garlanded;
Into the fine cloth white like flame
Weaving the golden thread,
To fashion the birth-robes for them
Who are just born, being dead.

"He shall fear, haply, and be dumb;
Then will I lay my cheek
To his, and tell about our love,
Not once abashed or weak:
And the dear Mother will approve
My pride, and let me speak.

"Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,
To Him round whom all souls
Kneel, the clear-ranged unnumbered heads
Bowed with their aureoles:
And angels meeting us shall sing
To their citherns and citoles.

"There will I ask of Christ the Lord
Thus much for him and me:—
Only to live as once on earth
With Love,—only to be,
As then awhile, for ever now
Together, I and he."

She gazed and listened and then said,
Less sad of speech than mild,—
"All this is when he comes." She ceased:
The light thrilled towards her, filled
With angels in strong level flight.
Her eyes prayed, and she smiled.

(I saw her smile.) But soon their path
Was vague in distant spheres:
And then she cast her arms along
The golden barriers,
And laid her face between her hands,
And wept. (I heard her tears.)

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