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Cylinders were silhouetted up against the sky "Sunset makes the Maybellines look lavender," she sighed "I guess she's right," I barely thought and then I turned and said "Was it murder that had hurt her or something that I said?" They said it was a woman's weapon, small enough to hide Inside a simple pocketbook or underneath a bride "Could it be, my son, that she slipped into suicide? I do not think her thoughtlessness was always bonafide" "I guess she's right", I thought again and then I heard her say "She was never on your side, but simply in the way Let it go for it is over, I will take your hand And we will watch our willows wave and wait for wonderland"