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Nobody cares if I live or I die No one of me is aware Nobody listens whenever I cry Or when I smile seems to care. When I have slaved and have tortured my brain Sweated and pushed to success Sometimes I feel it has all been in vain No one, it seems, could care less Nowhere a friendly soul hears and records Troubles and joys I have known On this most perfect of possible worlds I stand alone, alone |
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Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern |