Bob Dylan

Thinking of a series of dreamsWhere the time and the tempo flyAnd there’s no exit in any direction’Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes

Thinking of a series of dreamsWhere the time and the tempo flyAnd there’s no exit in any direction’Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes

– Bob Dylan –

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