.Dear Mrs. Touma,
I walked upstairs into the kitchen
Saw a piece of birthday cake and I heard my mother crying
"Dressed in his black raincoat , black hat lying on the yellow line...he was run down..."
Your son was taken
And he spoke so often
With belief
With conviction
Never w.
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