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Born in the garden state during
Springtime in a small town.
Season's last blizzard...
A raging bull,
A black Friday,
At daybreak.

Grew up
Chasing dreams

Dreams bigger than the sky,
Wound up with a bitter moon.
Neither stardust nor stardom,
No days of thunder

Just my luck...

Living in a state of grace,
Dazed and confused.
Waiting for happiness,
Losing it

Waiting

If I could have chosen my

place in this world to live,
I'd be an American in Paris.
In its stead...I enjoy
Breakfast at Tiffanys

Not really

Adrift in Manhattan,
Somewhere between
The agony and the ecstasy,
Living it up
amongst friends.

Look at me

The lonely lady
Addicted to love.
When will I be loved?

Love me if you dare...

My life is a silent movie,
Spoken with a silent tongue.
No signs of life,
silence

Say anything!
whisper...

If I only knew
How Stella got her groove back

Who knows what dreams may come?
What lurks around the bend?

"Live free or die hard"
That's what they say...

A life less ordinary,
Just live and let live.
Life is beautiful
Smile.

Still breathing,
It's still life

My main focus is staying alive
I'll most likely die having lived
An unfinished life...

Won't we all?

No sense in playing the crying game
Big girls don't cry, right?

Place a black rose on my grave

Time to leave

Lady Vanishes

Gone with the wind

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