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Yesterday I broke a guitar
Not by accident, not casual .
She suddenly I predicted
Close end date .
Suddenly howled , screamed ,
When her hands took .
Since taking light
Spiritualistic signal.

The dead do not write letters ,
Do not come and call .
They are about us , and so everyone knows
Unlikely to here who are happy .

And early this morning
I discovered a simple magazine
And on the first page
Statement suddenly read .
Mol he lived most recently,
And he did not,
And here I knew -
This sign me out ...

The dead do not write letters ,
Do not come and call .
They are about us , and so everyone knows
Unlikely to here who are happy .

Here we have our own laws ,
For thousands of years ,
And we do not change we can,
And for them there are no laws .

The dead do not write letters ,
Do not come and call .
They are about us , and so everyone knows
Unlikely to here who are happy .

The dead do not write letters ...
The dead do not write letters ...