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Across the railroad tracks is the woman of my dreams. She’s a memory from long ago, a former life. I think of her more and more, these days, it seems, Wondering how my life would have been with her as my wife. I’m happy to say that, in my life, I have few regrets, But the one that hurts the most is the one that will last. Her beauty and love are things that I’ll never forget. I truly wish that I could go back and change the past. Across the railroad tracks is the woman of my dreams Lying peacefully, dressed in her favorite color… pink. I’m haunted by the pitch of her terrifying screams. Since that fateful night, I haven’t had one, single drink.