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Suicide The paper called it" Suicide"
A bullet from a '45'
nobody cared nobody cried
Don't that make you feel sad. Peter Brent combed his hair and sent for the police.
Policeman came, took Peter's name
 God may he rest in peace.
No-one saw the note beside the body
No-one knew the problem but my God...
Suicide.
The body remains unidentified
Forgotten in a file
Like the letter that was blown aside
Don't that make you wanna smile
No-one was really satisfied
About number 81
The autopsy proved that Peter lied
But they could never find the gun
Suicide
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