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I
remember
it
Ed,
that
story
you
told
me,
came
clear
back
tonight
here
while
writing.
And
you
should
know
the
feeling
never
left
me,
the
weight
of
my
heart,
when
you
showed
me
the
scars
on
your
arms.
When
I
looked
in
your
eyes
and
I
heard
what
you
said.
How
you
probably
would've
died
were
it
not
for
to
care
for
your
daughter
and
wife.
How
he
drove
in
the
knife,
still
your
son.
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