Did the fool at the wedding look grimly
At the bride's sister, knowing she'll one day marry
A man named Moses Getreu and on another day,
Have a child
who'll write letters to her
On Snediker Street and on a third day,
Play a long last song, take a last deep breath,
And jump from a roof, meeting an angel
On her way to the street below?
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