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Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Bob Dylan's dream

While riding on a train goin' west
I fell asleep for to take my a rest
I dreamed a dream that made me sad
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I´d spent many an afternoon
Where we together weathered many a storm
Laughin' and singing till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung
Our words was told, our songs was sung
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Singing, and talking about the world outside.

With hungry hearts through the heat and cold
We never much thought we could ever get old
We thought we could sit there forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right
And our choices they were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter or split.

Ah, many a year has passed and gone
Many a gamble has been lost and won
And many a road taken by many a friend
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
That we could sit simply in that room again
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

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