I regularly listen to the song ‘You know why I cry’ from the singer without a name. The song is so scorching that I enjoy it. Singing volume on loud and full breast: “Fear and pain will always be with me,” et cetera.
At one point there is a note from my upstairs neighbor in the bus. “Dear Fred, do you know why I cry?”
If I set up the number now it is soft, just like my singing along.
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