Carl Roussell Biography

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In a park downtown
There is that one tree,
Close to the sidewalk,
The one with the bench;
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It's crawling in you.
When the pain starts the cloud drops;
No silver lining.
The storm, this disease in you,
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Mom won't want to go
Through that again. So
She will have her voice,
And this is her choice,
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You felt,
you thought I knew,
but I didn't. Did I
come across as cold, unfeeling?
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