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"Everybody's talking at me.
I don't hear a word they're saying,
only the echoes of my mind.
People stopping staring.
I can't see their faces,
only the shadows of their eyes.
I'm going where the sun keeps shining ,
through the pouring rain,
going where the weather suits my clothes,
backing off of the North East wind,
sailing on summer breeze,
and skipping over the ocean like a stone."
(Fred Neil, American folk singer-songwriter, 1966)
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