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Motto: The last Hellos
'Don't die, Cecil. But they do.' I stand here and all I can say is I hope you had a beautiful funeral With many flowers and reeds Noone has asked me yet what I want From you, If they had asked I would have answered: The litlle keys from the poems, I twist them and they sing I know you can hear me, I have my ear glued to the earth It`s only that you can not see me anymore, it`s alright. Last night I repeated the words "he died, he died" until they started to screech between my teeth Like the ground. Take good notice and listen to what I say to you: I know you have not finished dying.
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