Monday, January 27, 2003

Twilight on the frozen lake / the north wind about to break / on footprints in the snow / and silence down below /
you're beautiful beyond words / your beautiful to me / you could make me cry / and never say goodbye /
because my dreams are made of iron and steal / with a big bouquet of roses, hanging down / from the heavens to the ground /
the crashing waves roll over me / as I stand upon the sand / and wait for you to come / and grab hold of my hand
oh baby, baby, baby, blue / you've changed your last name too / you've turned your hair to brown / love to see it hanging down
-Dylan. Amen.

Sunday, January 26, 2003

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