Vertebrae taby ukulele według Christine Fellows

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  A photo essay of a family in mourning
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Perforated ever-so-slightly 
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to better let the light seep through

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 Sunday traffic clears a path
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We float inches above the road
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Close our eyes and drive so slow
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Like we never need to get home

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  To clear the doorstep of flowers
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 Throw open the blinds in his empty room
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Avert our eyes from his fingerprints
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Is there something I'm forgetting?

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 Fall to my knees in the hospital parking lot
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On the way in arms full of branches
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I am dead fall, dead fall

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 Last time I came here to visit him
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I ran sunburnt through the halls
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My arms full of tiger-lilies
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I don't remember this
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I was told   to go home

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Clear the doorstep of flowers
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Throw open the blinds in his empty room
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  Avert my eyes from his fingerprints
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Is there something I'm forgetting?

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Why, when you know you should go, 
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is it so hard to leave?

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  Why, when you know you should go, 
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is it so hard to leave?

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  Why, when you know you should go....

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  Came this far to say goodbye to set things right
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Instead I fiddle with his blankets fetching coffee
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No one will drink
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I am not prepared

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  Through the hush of debts and the roar of engines
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  We'll struggle to recall
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This is how it ended
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  This is how it ends

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Home, 
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turn the key in the door and pause
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  For what seems like an awfully long time
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There's something I'm both remembering and forgetting
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  A name on the tip of my tongue

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  Why, when you know you should go,
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is it so hard to leave?

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  Why, when you know you should go, 
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is it so hard to leave?

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  Why, when you know you should go, 
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is it so hard to leave?

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  Why, when you know you should go....

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