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    has always been one of my favorites. Along with "Chimes of Freedom" too long to quote. Then too I can't ignore "Love Minus Zero/No Limit"

    Today I had a brief fantasy of meeting Dylan. And what to say? It would be "Bob, I hope you live long enough for people to realize your melodies are as brilliant as your lyric." That's what I'd say.

    I'll keep it with mine
    You will search, babe,
    At any cost.
    But how long, babe,
    Can you search for what's not lost?
    Ev'rybody will help you,
    Some people are very kind.
    But if I can save you any time,
    Come on, give it to me,
    I'll keep it with mine.

    I can't help it
    If you might think I'm odd,
    If I say I'm not loving you for what you are
    But for what you're not.
    Everybody will help you
    Discover what you set out to find.
    But if I can save you any time,
    Come on, give it to me,
    I'll keep it with mine.

    The train leaves
    At half past ten,
    But it'll be back tomorrow,
    Same time again.
    The conductor he's weary,
    He's still stuck on the line.
    But if I can save you any time,
    Come on, give it to me,
    I'll keep it with mine.

    Love Minus Zero/No Limit
    My love she speaks like silence
    Without ideals or violence
    She doesn't have to say she's faithful
    Yet she's true, like ice, like fire
    People carry roses
    And make promises by the hours
    My love she laughs like the flowers
    Valentines can't buy her.

    In the dime stores and bus stations
    People talk of situations
    Read books, repeat quotations
    Draw conclusions on the wall
    Some speak of the future
    My love she speaks softly
    She knows there's no success like failure
    And that failure's no succes at all.

    The cloak and dagger dangles
    Madams light the candles
    In ceremonies of the horsemen
    Even the pawn must hold a grudge
    Statues made of match sticks
    Crumble into one another
    My love winks, she does not bother
    She knows too much to argue or to judge.

    The bridge at midnight trembles
    The country doctor rambles
    Bankers' nieces seek perfection
    Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
    The wind howls like a hammer
    The night blows rainy
    My love she's like some raven
    At my window with a broken wing.

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    by Jim P on Fri May 24, 2013 at 10:48:04 PM PDT

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