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Artist notes

Guess i'm through talking to myself

I woke up this morning with nothing to say 

A empty room through the curtain fell,

light rays


Guess i'm through with working now

Money never done me no good anyway 

I'd give it all to go to the circus now 

And play.


I'm done with being tired

The last inning in a baseball game 

Run for home or stay 

And play 


Guess i'll go outside 

There goes a flutterby 

Silken wings wave to me goodbye 


Feel the wind upon your face 

Let the sunlight touch your nose 

Live your life filled with grace 

even if nobody knows

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