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"What if I can't love?" the boy whispered to the old man, "What if mom and dad are right? and I can't feel anything within?"   "I know what you mean," the old man sighed.
“Hey there” you nice old man, Getting out of your cute minivan. It makes me sad to see you all alone Walking towards the great unknown. “I want to talk to you about your life
Although I knew you not for long, your voice, your hand, that mourning song. Stood here, a man who knew the way, the flight of dawn’s first light.
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