We were standing by the road
As they loaded your black piano
Into a big blue truck
And cars went by
An end of something
But we didn't cry
It’s just another fun thing gets taken off the list
When at twelve years old you‘re already
Thinking like a fatalist
Next day I went back
To your house
To talk to the spiders
In the corners of your room
They told me you were never coming
Back and what chance does a
Young heart stand against
Caterpillar
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