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Music may be the reason why he still lived. It was his source of income but also his helping, soul healing cure when all seemed in vain. His eyes followed the people on the street while he raised his guitar and started playing. After some soft chords, he began to sing with a slumberous, gentle voice, quickly lulling strangers to his spot. Soon, money jingled in his little money box and he smile thankfully. People clapped after he ended his performance and some stayed for the next song. A little crowd had  formed around him. Today was a good day.

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