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“CRIMSON FLAMES TIED THROUGH MY EARS
ROLLIN' HIGH AND MIGHTY TRAPS POUNCED WITH FIRE ON FLAMING ROADS USING IDEAS AS MY MAPS "WE'LL MEET ON EDGES, SOON," SAID I PROUD 'NEATH HEATED BROW AH, BUT I WAS SO MUCH OLDER THEN I'M YOUNGER THAN THAT NOW.” My Back Pages  Another Side of Bob Dylan August |
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