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I Grew Up Reading Shakespeare And Mark Twain.

Looking Out At The Road Rushing Under My Wheels. Looking Back At The Years Gone By Like So Many Summer Fields.

In The End, They Traded Their Tired Wings For The Resignation That Living Brings. And Exchanged Love's Bright And Fragile Glow For The Glitter And The Rouge, And In The Moment They Were Swept Before The Deluge.

The High Ideals And Promises You Once Dressed The Future In Are Dancing In The Embers With The Wind.

It Was A Great Time To Be Born, Because I Got To Have My Own Publishing Company Right From The Beginning, So I Made More Money Than Somebody Would Have Doing What I Did Ten Or Fifteen Years Before.