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I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
I've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now.
Take me disappearing, through the smoke rings of my mind, down the foggy ruins of time.
America was founded on the backs of slaves.
People think they know me from my songs. But my repertoire of songs is so wide-ranging that you'd have to be a madman to figure out the characteristics of the person who wrote all those songs.