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Nov 2012
I might have been a poet,                                                      
                                                who was dreaming of the stars.
I might have been a scientist,                                                
                                             who was inventing nothing new.
I might have been an honest man,                                        
                                                      who could not pay his bills.
I might have been a millionaire,                                            
                                                    who was jumping to his end.
I might have been a criminal,                                                
                                                        who was living like a king.
I might have been a terrorist,                                                  
                                                    who was fighting for a cause.
I might have been a politician,                                                
                                                  who was playing ***** games.
I might have been a lover,                                                        
                                                  who was lost in search of you.
I might have been a failure,                                                      
                                                     but you made me what I am.
Ian Beckett
Written by
Ian Beckett  Dublin and Vienna
(Dublin and Vienna)   
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