키: F# minor•
Verse 1
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Donald
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E
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Rose, now might I see you with your thin face and
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buck -toothed smile and pain of rheumatism
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and a long black heavy shoe for your bony left leg,
Newark on the running carpet
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where the parties were, and I sang
Spanish
boyless songs in a high squeaky voice,
hysterical.
The committee listening,
or who lived around the room,
collected the money.
Aunt
Honey,
Uncle
arm in his pocket,
Abraham
Lincoln
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what smothered sobs and bony hips
under the pillows of
Osborne
Terrace.
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my tinkered and shamed first black curled hairs.
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What were you thinking in secret of art then,
knowing me, a man already?
And
C#
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I, an ignorant girl, a family silence on the thin pedestal
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of my legs in the bathroom.
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Hitler is in eternity, is with
Emily
Bronte.
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Oh, I see you walking still, a ghost on
Terrace, down the long
dark hall to the front
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B
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door, limping along with a pinched smile in what must have been the silken flower dress,
welcoming my father,
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dancing on your crippled leg and clapping hands as
Demirite.
Marites are not a business.
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Bm
The attic of the past and everlasting
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minute are out of print.
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Uncle
Harry sews his last silk stocking.
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dancing school.
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old ladies won't plead for their
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Last time I saw you was the hospital,
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pale skull protruding under ashen skin, blue -veined
The war in
Spain has ended long ago, at
Gdim
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Gdim
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Gdim
Rose.
You
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