anyone?
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I remember you at the funeral shaking hands and hanging coats
And I remember you standing pregnant at the art room
It was weird
But what is it now
It’s pain
I remember your face and I remember your grace
I remember, I remember, I just remember
When I saw you at the department store
I said “have a nice baby”
You were standing happy, I left you with that smile on your face
Years later I was hitchhiking and that mortician picked me up
Then he said to me, he said “good luck”
I remember how we looked at the embryo in the jar together
And I remember how we stood talking in the store to each other
It was love
But what is it now
It’s pain
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What will happen in the morning when the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning?
- Nick Drake