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So they're leaving now, for good - His son with his decibel music, His trailblazing machine, His brazen girl Immune to the privilege of pity. The place will be a bit empty now - But at least he can keep up the rent. Stubs out a final cigarette, And remembers how she always liked the ashtrays Clean. Ashtrays and windows. (Threnody, threnody - How can we learn enough remembering To forget?) |
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