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I felt all flushed with fever

Embarassed by the crowd

I felt he found my letters

And read each one out loud

I prayed that he would finish

But he just kept right on


Strumming my pain with his fingers

Singing my life with his lyrics

Killing me softly with his song

Telling my whole life with his words.

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