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Fay Lovsky
Papa's things
I am sitting in his chair,
wondering if what I'm doing here ain't wrong
I never had the heart. I don't know where to start
"If there's anything you want", she says,
"take
it. Now he's gone the stuff is yours"
papa's things
papa's things
There's pencils and there's fountainpens,
pocketbooks and knives
and stamps galore,
He is gone
I haven't got the nerve - it's more than I deserve
These are the little things he kept
for years inside his desk they
slept
He's gone
papa's things
And there's rows and rows of books: the medical profession
papa's things
Figurines and skeletons. His netsuke collection.
papa's things
The terracotta horses I did when I was small
The steel engravings hanging on the wall
papa's things
Smell of leather and tobacco still hanging in the air
And my convex reflection in the copper chandelier
Papa's things
Papa's things
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