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It was the end of 1969 and Paul McCartney was depressed. All the other band members were more settled than he was; they all had girlfriends and he didn't and they all seemed happier than he felt. But one night he went to sleep and had a dream in which his mother, Mary, appeared to him. She had died when he was a kid and he could barely remember what she looked like. But in the dream she was clear as day, standing before him. And the entire dream consisted of her saying three words: Let It Be. And he woke up feeling better, deciding than everything he was so depressed about before didn't seem to be even worth worrying over. When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
I've been trying to concentrate on the fact that this is my life, my only life as far as I know, and I need to get a hold of it. I need to find out who I want to be. Hmm, I'm actually not in much of a mood to write. Perhaps later. Now I need to lay down and think. Maybe I'll put on a Beatles record.
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