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“Murder in the City”

13 April 2011

Rainy day calls for calm Avett. As does my increasing detachment from the city and searching again for home.


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If I get murdered in the city,
Don’t go revenging in my name.
One person dead from such is plenty:
No need to go get locked away.

When I leave your arms,
The things that I think of,
No need to get over-alarmed—
I’m coming home.

I wonder which brother is better,
Which one our parents love the most.
I sure did get in lots of trouble,
They seemed to let the other go.

A tear fell from my father’s eyes.
I wondered what my dad would say.
He said, “I love you and I’m proud of you both,
In so many different ways.”

If I get murdered in the city,
Go read the letter in my desk.
Don’t bother with all my belongings,
But pay attention to the list.

Make sure my sister knows I loved her.
Make sure my mother knows the same.
Always remember, there was nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name.
Always remember, there was nothing worth sharing
Like the love that let us share our name.

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