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Irma

	作词 : Merritt
	Irma waits by the window,
	Vaguely looking down at her socks
	And humming.
	Possibly her
	Father will come home with a box
	Of chocolates.
	Possibly Not.
	Father's memory
	Was never what it once was.
	Shouldn't really drive anymore,
	Either. As if in answer,
	With a sound like blowing up your
	Ears, Father's jeep crashes
	Through Irma's wall.
	She says Bad words as several hundred
	Boxes of her favorite kind
	Of chocolate fill her bedroom.
	But she doesn't actually mind

	zuò cí : Merritt
	Irma waits by the window,
	Vaguely looking down at her socks
	And humming.
	Possibly her
	Father will come home with a box
	Of chocolates.
	Possibly Not.
	Father' s memory
	Was never what it once was.
	Shouldn' t really drive anymore,
	Either. As if in answer,
	With a sound like blowing up your
	Ears, Father' s jeep crashes
	Through Irma' s wall.
	She says Bad words as several hundred
	Boxes of her favorite kind
	Of chocolate fill her bedroom.
	But she doesn' t actually mind