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( Olson/ Louris)he never left a tracethey only found a notetake the past nine yearsback from where they camepeople call that suicidebut I see him on the street todayhe kept his winter coatit's cold outside in Aprilall this time awayfrom his wife's soft bedwould it help to say I understandwhy I see him on the street todayhe left it all the samethey say this boy is yourstake the past nine yearsback from where they camepeople call that suicidebut I seem him on the street todaypeople call that suicidebut I see him on the street
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