I have always thought Paul Simon was a poet. some of the imagery he evokes is just powerful:
hello darkness my old friend, Ive come to talk to you again.....
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Its a still life watercolor....from a now late afternoon
and the sun shines thru the curtain lace, and shadows wash the room
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Old friends, old friends,
Sat on their parkbench like bookends
A newspaper blown through the grass
Falls on the round toes
of the high shoes of the old friends
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They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker's only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
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