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» All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true .. I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
I broke them all for you ..

» Weil du die Augen offen hast, glaubst du, du siehst.    

» I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world.  This makes it hard to plan the day.   When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me