I find myself going back to the basics at a time like this, so get ready for some Dylan.Aboriginalien"My love she speaks like silence,Without ideals or violence,She doesn't have to say she's faithful,Yet she's true, like ice, like fire.People carry roses,Make promises by the hours,My love she laughs like the flowers,Valentines can't buy her.In the dime stores and bus stations,People talk of si.
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Greetings Mogworld:how goes it? Im just sittin here in mylong johns on this brisk wintery night,listening to some Bob Dylan. I've heard this song many times, but tonightthe first verse, has new meaning, to these ears... peace "My love she speaks like silence, Without ideals or violence, She doesn't have to say she's faithful, Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. People carry roses, Make promi...
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