Robert

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12. august 1975 - 12. juli 2007

Close your eyes and count to ten
I will go and hide
but then
Be sure to find me.
I want you to find me
And we'll play all over
We will play all over again

There's a toad in the witch grass
There's a crow in the corn

Wild flowers on a cross by the road
And somewhere a baby is crying
For her mom
As the hills turn from green back
To gold
Why wasn't god watching?
Why wasn't god listening?
Why wasn't god there for
Georgia Lee?

- Tom Waits, “Georgia Lee”

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