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I am telling myself the story of my life, Stranger than song or fiction. We start with the joyful mysteries, Before the appearance of ether, Trying to capture the elusive: The farm where the crippled horses heal, The woods where autumn is reversed, And the longing for bliss in the arms Of some beloved from the past. I said 'Your daddy loves you'. I said 'Your daddy loves you very much'; He just doesn't want to live with us anymore'. The plane comes down behind enemy lines