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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
