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[Olga Sarantos] Well, no one was too upset You know we were married in the war And I went with him to Pennsylvania and California But then he went out to the Pacific And I went back to Chicago to work on the railroad [Olga Sarantos and Eleanor Friedberger] And we wrote letters every day Which were later thrown away And God knows what we wrote or what they said But this is probably how they read [Olga Sarantos] I left the letters behind In the basement of the apartment building when we moved For the mice to nibble on I wonder how long they lasted [Olga Sarantos and Eleanor Friedberger] And we wrote letters every day Which were later thrown away And God knows what we wrote and what they said But this is probably how they read [Olga Sarantos] Now, at my wedding, my husband didn't have his close family there as I indicated He came from a family of priests At least, there were lots of priests in his family And so, eight priests presided over our wedding Eight priests, it looked impressive But it didn't sound very good [Eleanor Friedberger] A gaggle of priests Or they were like crows around an overly ornate park bench up there They all had fine voices But, and I mean this respectfully They didn't match pitch [Olga Sarantos] Thinking that each one of them was the one in the right So they made some strange note choices Listen...