Answer
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Strumming
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my
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pain
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with
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his
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fingers,
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singing
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my
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life
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with
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his
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words.
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Killing
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me
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softly
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with
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his
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song,
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killing
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me
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softly,
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with
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his
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song
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telling
|
my
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whole
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life,
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with
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his
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words
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killing
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me
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softly
|
with
|
his
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song.
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Answer
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I
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heard
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he
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sang
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a
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good
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song,
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I
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heard
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he
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had
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a
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style.
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And
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so
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I
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came
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to
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see
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him
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and
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listen
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for
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a
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while.
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And
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there
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he
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was
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this
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young
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boy,
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a
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stranger
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to
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my
|
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Answer
|
eyes.
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Strumming
|
my
|
pain
|
with
|
his
|
fingers,
|
singing
|
my
|
life
|
with
|
his
|
words,
|
killing
|
me
|
softly
|
with
|
his
|
song,
|
killing
|
me
|
softly,
|
with
|
his
|
song,
|
telling
|
my
|
whole
|
life,
|
with
|
his
|
words
|
killing
|
me
|
softly,
|
with
|
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Answer
|
his
|
song.
|
I
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felt
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all
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flushed
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with
|
fever,
|
embarrassed
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by
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the
|
crowd.
|
I
|
felt
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he
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found
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my
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letters
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and
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read
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each
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one
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out
|
loud.
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I
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prayed
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that
|
he
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would
|
finish,
|
but
|
he
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just
|
kept
|
right
|
on.
|
|
Answer
|
Strumming
|
my
|
pain
|
with
|
his
|
fingers,
|
singing
|
my
|
life
|
with
|
his
|
words,
|
killing
|
me
|
softly
|
with
|
his
|
song,
|
killing
|
me
|
softly,
|
with
|
his
|
song
|
telling
|
my
|
whole
|
life,
|
with
|
his
|
words
|
killing
|
me
|
softly,
|
with
|
his
|
|
Answer
|
song.
|
He
|
sang
|
as
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if
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he
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knew
|
me,
|
in
|
all
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my
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dark
|
despair.
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And
|
then
|
he
|
looked
|
right
|
through
|
me
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as
|
if
|
I
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wasn't
|
there.
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But
|
he
|
was
|
there,
|
this
|
stranger,
|
singing
|
clear
|
and
|
strong.
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Strumming
|
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Answer
|
my
|
pain
|
with
|
his
|
fingers,
|
singing
|
my
|
life
|
with
|
his
|
words,
|
killing
|
me
|
softly
|
with
|
his
|
song,
|
killing
|
me
|
softly
|
with
|
his
|
song,
|
telling
|
my
|
whole
|
life
|
with
|
his
|
words
|
killing
|
me
|
softly
|
with
|
his
|
song
|
|