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| Yet To Be Titled |
7/14/2002
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When all is and all is not, what is there to be forgot?
A song sang to you could never be what a song sang is to me.
That is how it is and how it turns out.
Don't ever forget that that's what life is all about.
All I know is who I am and who I'm supposed to be.
But if I can't be me then who else should I be?
In the end you may think that the air that you breathe is not the same as the water that you drink.
Take it all in and never start where everyone else begins.
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