[00:03.90]I don’t know why she burned up all
[00:09.40]those greylead drawings we saw in Castlemaine
[00:16.89]the week my brother called about the car
[00:23.93]I don’t know why she sold her clothes and broke her violin and bows
[00:33.94]and scattered them around the living room when I arrived
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[01:03.21]I told them all that she could see
[01:08.55]some things that I believe were never there
[01:15.79]like old men making copies of the keys
[01:23.78]I don’t know why her hairs go grey
[01:27.98]at night in my arms she’d say
[01:33.00]how long we’d been together since the days at Albert Yard
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