HENRY
Henry, why aren't the lines straight
in the sky and why is that man
holding a candle? Is it a birthday
yet? Why are you playing that
same old Victrola speech over
and over? Henry, let me know
what you are thinking; I can
never understand.
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Felicia, I came down from that sky
to tell you, the mountains are all
figments and the Heavens are all
air. Nothing is ever as majestic
as you'd like to think it is.
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