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" I was in the winter of my life

And the men that I met along the road were my only summer

At night, I fell asleep with visions of myself

Dancing and laughing and crying with tem

Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour

And my memories of them were the only things that Substained me and my only real happy times

I was a singer, not very popular one

Who one had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet

But upon an unfortunate series of events

Saw those dreams

And divided like a millions stars in the night sky

That I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken

But I didn't really mind because I knew

That it takes getting everything

You ever wanted and then losing it

To know what true freedom is

When the people I used to know

Found out what I had been doing

How I had been living - they asked me why

But there's no use in talking to people who have a home

They have no idea what it's like to seek safety in other people

For home to be wherever you lie your head

I was always an unusual girl

My mother told me I had a chameleon soul

No morall compass positioning due north, no fixed personality

Just an inner indecisiveness

That was as wide and as wavering as the ocean

And if I said that I didn't plan

For it to turn out this was, I'd be lying

Because I was born to be the other woman

I belong to no one - who belonged to everyone

Who had nothing, who wanted everything

With a fire for every experience

And an obsession for freedom

That terrified me to the point I couldn't even talk about

And pushed me to a nomatic point

Of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. "

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