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The walls in my sister’s and my room
Were covered in the most horrible wallpaper imaginable.
We wanted to change the paper
And so our mom started helping us.
Piece by piece,
We tore down the paper,
"That man died long ago"
I heard his voice resonate through my bones
He swore he loved her
Blue eyes he once adored
But she had green so he could afford
To stand to look at her
