i.m. Michael StairsThe musicians take their instruments away.The theater that they played in was old.The walls of the theater are red,and the stagelights gold.You said the scenery was overratedon the wild north coast of the country.From Scotland you could see us standingat different agesin the same dark rain.I thought there might be something in itso I texted you at night from the cityas the police lined the Rue St. Maur.The train still went on overhead.My habits were mistakes.The program was for strings,piano, clarinet.You never thought we would get out of it.Oh what can ail thee, dying in a differentpart of another country,alone with music,remembering those chromatic melodies,wasted breath in the final air.The piano starts again, in early June.The strings start here.

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im Michael Stairs音乐家拿走了乐器。他们演奏的剧院很旧。剧院的墙壁是红色的，而舞台灯光则是金色的。您说在该国野外的北海岸风景被高估了。在苏格兰，您可以看到我们站在同一年龄的同一天，在同一场黑雨中，我以为警察局在圣莫尔街（Rue St.Maur）两旁排队时，我晚上从市区发短信给你发短信，火车仍然在头顶上走，我的习惯是错误的。你从来没有想过我们会摆脱它。哦，在另一个国家的另一个地方死去，独自一人带着音乐，记住那些色彩的旋律，在最后的空气中却喘不过气来了。再次在六月初。弦从这里开始。