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Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.

Paul Simon

And you read your emily dickinson, And I my robert frost. And we note our place with bookmarkers That measure what we’ve lost.
PAUL SIMON

Lost Measurement Note Place Reading
No one dare disturb the sound of silence.
PAUL SIMON

Dare Disturb Oneself Silence Sound
I would be willing to do almost anything to make Art happy. I care about our friendship. The only thing I won’t do is change the essence of my work.
PAUL SIMON

Art Essence Happiness Myself Willing Work
Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?
PAUL SIMON

Hard Time Life Myself Soft
Take me. I’m an ordinary player in the key of C. And my will was broken by my pride and my vanity. Who’s gonna love you when you’re looks are gone? God will. Like he waters the flowers on your window sill.
PAUL SIMON

Appearance Break Flower God Ordinary Player Vanity
There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.
PAUL SIMON

Break Up Leave Lover
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

Feeling Herself Lose Love Window
All God requires from us is to enjoy life and love. That’s the whole point.
PAUL SIMON

Enjoyment God Love Point Requirement
The course of a lifetime runs/over and over again.
PAUL SIMON

Course Life Run Time
When I look back at all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all.
PAUL SIMON

Learning Myself Thinking Wonder
People ask how I feel about getting old. I tell them I have the same question. I’m learning as I go.
PAUL SIMON

Feeling Learning Myself Old People Question
Improvisation is too good to leave to chance.
PAUL SIMON

Chance Goodness Improvement Leave
How can you live in the Northeast?
PAUL SIMON

Live Place
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.
PAUL SIMON

Existence Heart Myself
Who am I to blow against the wind?
PAUL SIMON

Blow Myself Wind
Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They’re all that’s left you.
PAUL SIMON

Innocence Memories Preservation Time Yourself

Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.

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