Got a message in my head, that the paper had all come. Richard Manuel
is dead and the daylight’s coming on. I’ve been wandering through the
dark, now I’m standing on the lawn.
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It was cold when I awoke, and the day was halfway done, nearly spring in San Francisco,
and I cannot feel the sun. You were sleeping next to me, but I knew you’d be gone.
Fills