Is this the real life Is this just fantasy Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go; little high, little low anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me To me.

Queen Elizabeth II
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Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Maya Angelou
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