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THE MAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCHWORDS & MUSIC: Earl P. Reinhalter
I. I see bones inside my feet and girders in skyscrapers and black hearts on the street and scarlet-letter neighbors. if ignorance is bliss, what kind of hell is this? II. do I dare look at my wife, my children or my parents if innocence in life is only incoherence? if Paradise is hell, where do the angels dwell? III. a killer shot a man who dared to recognize him. I'll get out while I can and paint a new horizon. amnesia comes to touch the man who knew too much. IV. or should I learn forgiveness at each bridge when I cross it, and say of every skeleton: there's one in every closet up in the citadel where all the angels dwell.
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