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He closes his eyes and opens them again
But he is still ALONE... He hears her voice in every room but he is still ALONE... He sees her smile in every window but he is still ALONE... He talks to his children every day but he is still ALONE... He wonders why she left him here he will not be ALONE... He fills his hand with the candy Doc gave him he is so ALONE... He swallows with liquor and ice he hates to be ALONE... He waits in the darkness of the cave once a home he cannot be ALONE... He hears her voice and sees her smile and this time he is no longer ALONE
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