Through the smoke rings of my mind.
Down the foggy ruins of time,
Far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees,
Out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach
Of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky
With one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea,
Circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves.
Let me forget about today
Until tomorrow.
- Bob Dylan
Mr Tambourine Man.
Bed. Alone. Best way. Only way. Night.
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