Having a female voice narrating this previously seemingly autobiographical and very male story is disorienting, yet utterly delightful—suddenly, "I still believe she was my twin" is entirely different, even as the words remain exactly the same. And the way she plays with the melody in the last verse? And the stark beauty of her solo accompaniment? Jeez louise. Awesome and gorgeous and so damn haunting.
She dropped a coin into the cup of a blind man at the gate and forgot about a simple twist of fate.
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