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I ask them to take out their problems,scatter them to the night sky,constellations whose names only they will know.I say listen to the Blues that playinside us all. Trade fours with me.Let's tramp through the rooms of the psyche,tripping over furniture, fumbling for light switches.Let's fall in love and break upand fall in love all over again.You, with your father,