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Rosa, I caught mid-snore.
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I could swear I heard her call me a bastard.
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Then I felt her regrets
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for not sharing more of her very big heart.
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As for Hans, his soul was lighter than a child 's.
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I felt his itch for one last tune on his accordion,
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and heard his final thought,
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"Liesel. "
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Over here!
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Just over.
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Your hand.
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Mama? Papa?