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A fine young man, a picture of life
Dislikes himself in the mirror
We saw him off, we talked of love
We talked of sin and forgot him

A fine young man, a picture of life
Died alone in the gutter
We drank the wine, we felt the pain
But no one felt like his mother

Father's not there, a coward's choice
He scorned his son, so inhuman!
We shook our heads and turned away
We also denied that we knew him

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