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And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’

Paul Simon

You know, life is what you make of it- so beautiful or so what.
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Beautiful Life Yourself
All I’ve got to do today is smile.
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One Liner Smile
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you.
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Eyes Lonely Nation Yourself
It’s actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.
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Difficult Goodness Simplicity
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
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Chance Goodness Improvement Leave
One man’s ceiling is another man’s floor.
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Floor Man Oneself
Artie is a singer, and I’m a writer and player and a singer. We didn’t work together on a creative level and prepare the songs. I did that.
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Creativity Myself Player Preparation Sing Singer Writing
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said ‘Be careful his bowtie is really a camera’
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Camera Care Man Myself
We had many more points of agreement than we had points of difference, but we did differ, and the bigger we got, the more insistent we got that each one of us should have his way.
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Agreement Difference Oneself Point Way
I like them all. They’re all pictures of me when I wrote them. I have no favorite songs.
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Myself Photograph Song Writing
The course of a lifetime runs/over and over again.
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Course Life Run Time
Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan, you don’t need to be coy, Roy, just get yourself free. Hop on the bus, Gus, you don’t need to discuss much, just drop off the key, Lee, and get yourself free.
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Back Discussion Freedom Need Planning Yourself
Who am I to blow against the wind?
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Blow Myself Wind
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
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Brave Face Myself
You want to be a writer, don’t know how or when? Find a quiet place, use a humble pen.
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Humble Known Pen Place Quiet Writing Yourself
Maybe the heart is part of the mist. And that’s all that there is or could ever exist. Maybe and maybe and maybe some more. Maybe’s the exit that I’m looking for.
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Existence Heart Myself

And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’

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And she said ‘Losing love is like a window in your heart, Everybody sees you’re blown apart, Everybody feels the wind blow.’

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