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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

In the clearing stands the boxer, and a fighter by his trade. And he carries a reminder of every glove that laid him down, or cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame “I am leaving! I am leaving” but the fighter still remains.
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Carry Clear Fight Myself Reminder Shame Stand
Don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon grave yard.
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End Grave Result
Music is sometimes the only benign avenue of communication between antagonists.
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Avenue Communication Music
Believing I had supernatural powers, I slammed into a brick wall.
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Believe Brick Myself Natural Power Wall
No one dare disturb the sound of silence.
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Dare Disturb Oneself Silence Sound
People often called us perfectionists, but we were not looking for perfection. We were looking for some kind of magic in the music.
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Kind Magic Music People Perfection
It’s actually very difficult to make something both simple and good.
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Difficult Goodness Simplicity
I don’t know what I’m going to write when I begin to write. It feels like you are walking down a path, but you can’t see around the bend and you don’t know where you are going to go, which is fun.
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Beginning Known See Writing Yourself
The phrasing didn’t work as well.
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Phrase Well Work
I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.
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Day Myself Self Love Smile
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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Feeling Herself Lose Love Window
Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die.
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Death Follow Forever Growth Music Right Yourself
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
The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenements halls and whispered in the sounds of silence.
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Silence Sound Word Writing
It was easier than explaining DiMaggio’s use as a metaphor.
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Explaining Metaphor
I met my old lover on the street last night, she seemed glad to see me.
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Happiness Lover Myself Old See Street

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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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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