Who I love.
I remember a man who held a gun behind his back.
I remember a man who held a gun to his head.
I remember a man who held a gun to his heart.
I remember a man who held a gun to the one he loved.
I remember a man who held a gun to his friends.
I remember a man who held a gun to the World.
I remember a man who I love.
I remember a man.
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