| Now her paints are dry… And I looked outside… At the corner
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| Boys… Ayh, oh, where did you go? |
| I don’t know.
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| I went to see your pictures… I spread them across the floor… So This is where they are shown… Now they’re probably saying to you, «If you
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| Keep it up you’ll be born."But you won’t ever listen, I’ll bet…
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| Burnt out, grass scorched by the sun. |
| The buildings remain. |
| We will
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| Beat them all to dust, I’ll bet…
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| Pulled from a headless shell that blinked on and off, «Hotel."now the
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| Nameless dwell. |
| They hold your key and turn your know, I’ll bet…
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| Will you say hello to my ma? |
| Will you pay a visit to her? |
| She was an Artist, just as you were. |
| I’d have introduced you to her. |
| She would take me Out on Sundays. |
| We’d go laughing through the garbage. |
| She repaired legs like
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| A doctor on the kitchen chairs we sat on. |
| She was unhappy, just as you were.
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| Unhappy, just as you were. |
| Unhappy, just as you were. |
| Unhappy, just as you
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| Were… |