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"and your all right?" i asked outside
"yes darling. are you coming to-night?"
" No. im leaving now for a show up above Plava"
"a show?"
" i dont think its anything"
"and you'll be back?"
"to-morrow"
she was unclasping something from her neck. she put it in my hands. "its saint anthony" she said. "and come tomorrow night."
"I'll take care of him for you. good-bye."
"No," she said, "not good-bye"
"All right"
"be a good boy and be careful. NO, you cant kiss me here. you cant."
its best explained through the words someone else spoke.
my heartstrings unwind(unwound)
Like a petal pulled from an open flower.
Surrounds by fields where children sign but don't make a sound and don't
Break it off
This searching for what we may never find
And that says it all.
I hope that we will make it through..