I'm me, amigo,
With this skin and under
I'm me, with the stutter and a pale face
I'm me, with the jangled nerves and an irresolute "yes"
I'm me, with a wrecked mind and a sick heart
I'm all of it —
A little bit of the impassive sky
A little bit of the dirt on the road
A little bit of the diseased dog on the footpath
— I'm the song on a dying lips.
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