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CHRIS H
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FRIENDS I went by your home today.
Your dad, all alone.
I saw it with my eye.
I had to keep from a cry.
These years have been a few.
I still miss you.
I get blue.
I think of all that we could hae done.
I think how much fun we could have had.
It makes me sad. It makes me mad.
Why were you left alone?
