I was determined in Chicago, but I dug my teeth into my knees, and I settled for a telephone saying into your machine,
You are my sunshine, my only sun……shine.
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No Mind At All
A mind in itself
Can not be anything
but a dream or a falisy
A right
or a wrong
Made under false hope
Made under good intentions
Made under shooting stars
Even hearts can melt
In the love of a cold stare
In the life of a drunken man
In the hands of a child
But a mind in itself
Is no mind at all.
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