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Jan 2016
If you search, you will not find me,
and these words, you will never read,
my weary voice, you will never hear,
my warm touch, you will never feel
until when I die, do not shed a tear
Frantz Saintil
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Frantz Saintil  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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