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I found from mother not much had changed But something she said twice - "Elgin Miller died from poisoned lemonade Elgin Miller's dead." Memories of Elgin Miller drifted by My father's voice at the window saying Elgin was driving by And I remember the way it can be there The rigid days and the rubber nights I can picture the wake so soft-lit The corpse's face aglow In the light from his remains to his remainders Maybe he is there, not so heavy or readily defined And I wonder is anyone frightened By the thought of Elgin Miller in the mystery of the other side Some wonder if he's formless - can he read their minds? Some may wish him in hell For a little while... The mystery of the repetitions Were they peaks above the sea Or were they peeks at the way The hours push the corpse of everyone, everyday, every goddamn thing? The mystery - was it suicide? If it's so, I wouldn't be surprised August's breath, moist and heavy, aging frame Well lemonade - now that sounds fine For a little while ...