Turning, Turning, Turning.
Little hill near Chernogorsk.
Somewhere in Chenarus.
You're drawn back,
trying to find salvation,
in a place where you will find none.
This is all according to schedule.
You aren't leaving any time soon.
Have you missed your train?
Was there ever one to begin with?
I'll never know,
You took my only map.
Now I'm sitting here,
Waiting.
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