Leaving
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So it's over and you are leaving
Here are your books and records
You can take whatever you want
Best if you took me
I'm lighter than the photographs
Out of which you'll now cut me
I'll stay silent - I'm dead either way
In new life you'll find a place for me
Somewhere on a shelf or a window sill
Once per month you'll dust me
Take me while leaving
Please, take me as well...
Take me while leaving
Please, take me as well...
Take me while leaving
Please, take me as well...
quite good, ok "window sill"...