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I still remember that day in December
When you pretended to fall on the stairs
You said you were scared that the top of your head
Was open and bared itself to the air
I can cry if I try
But I lie awake at night
You said that you tripped on a box that he shipped
Before he committed himself to the war
I was at work and believed you were hurt
'Til I saw that dirt from a hole in the yard
I was still crying and you were still lying
The following morning out there in the hall
Where it was painful to watch you arrange
Those portraits you painted of my brother Paul
I can cry if I try
But I lie awake at night
I can't believe that I was deceived
That day we received that present from Paul
HATA BİLDİR
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