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Any one who.has the capacity to be honest Other friends of Bill if you know what I mean you are my friend...................................................... ............................................................ ............................................................ Story Of A Life Words and Music by Harry ChapinI can see myself it's a golden sunrise Young boy open up your eyes It's supposed to be your dayNow off you go horizon bound And you won't stop until you've found Your own kind of wayAnd the wind will whip your tousled hair The sun, the rain, the sweet despair, Great tales of love and strifeAnd somewhere on your path to glory You will write your story of a lifeAnd all the towns that you walk through And all the people that you talk to Sing you their songsAnd there are times you change your stride There are times you can't decide Still you go onAnd then the young girls dance their gypsy tunes And share the secrets of the moon So soon you find a wifeAnd though she sees your dreams go poorly Still she joins your story of a lifeSo you settle down and the children come And you find a place that you come from Your wandering is doneAnd all your dreams of open spaces You find in your children's faces One by oneAnd all the trips you know you missed And all the lips you never kissed Cut through you like a knifeAnd now you see stretched out before thee Just another story of a lifeSo what do you do now? When she looks at you now?You know those same old jokes all the jesters tell You tell them to her nowAnd all the same old songs all the minstrels sang You sing 'em to her nowBut it don't matter anyhow 'Cause she knows by nowSo every chance you take don't mean a thing What variations can you bring To this shop worn melodyAnd the years roll by like a tollin' bell It's battered merchandise you sell Not well she can seeAnd though she's heard it all a thousand times Couched in your attempted rhymes She'll march to your drum and fifeBut the question that goes up before me Where's my magic story of a life?Now sometimes words can serve me well Sometimes words can go to hell For all that they doAnd for every dream that took me high There's been a dream that's passed me by I know it's so trueAnd I can see it clear out to the end And I'll whisper to her now again Because she shared my lifeFor more than all the ghosts of glory She's makes up the story She's the only story Oh my life


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