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Dying without a cause
I see a family,
I see a father, a mother, a son, a daughter,
A perfect family.
I see the father walking to work,
The father going up the elevator,
To the top floor,
I see the father sit at his desk to start the day,
The father takes out his papers from his briefcase,
Takes a walk through the hall ways,
Talks to his co-workers.
The mother.
The mother cries.
The son and the daughter.
The son and the daughter cry.
They never see the father.
