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I don’t know why she burned up all |
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those greylead drawings we saw in Castlemaine |
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the week my brother called about the car |
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I don’t know why she sold her clothes and broke her violin and bows |
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and scattered them around the living room when I arrived |
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I told them all that she could see |
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some things that I believe were never there |
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like old men making copies of the keys |
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I don’t know why her hairs go grey |
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at night in my arms she’d say |
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how long we’d been together since the days at Albert Yard |
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