left town…

where’d he go…

left…

left town…

‘magine…

give a reason…

no…

say a word…

just left…

musta been plannin’ it…

don’t think so…never much for plans…

right…

take off in a moment’s notice…

that’s what he does alright…

saw him last night…

where…

Hank’s…

what’d he say…

nothin’ really…just kept recitin’ some Irish writer…

who…

can’t ‘member…he just kept sayin’…I can’t go on…I can’t go on…I will go on…

crazy talk…

yea…crazy talk…

was he drunk…

doesn’t drink…you know that…just iced tea…

sounds like Beckett…

an Irish man who spoke French…

right…

so he’s gone huh…

he’s gone…

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