every breath a bead in an endless strand
"I'm not sure about all this, but I'm starting to get the hang of it."
We shall not cease from explorationAnd the end of ...
Not Ideas About the Thing But the Thing ItselfAt t...
A SONG ON THE END OF THE WORLD
The great encounter stops your breath, your heart ...
After great pain a formal feeling comes--The nerve...
A CLEAR DAY AND NO MEMORIESby Wallace StevensNo so...
"I must not fear.Fear is the mind-killer.Fear is...
Bob Dylan: Precious Memories:
"As I travel down life's pathway,
Know not what the years may hold.
As I ponder, hopes grow fonder,
Precious memories flood my soul
Precious father, loving mother,
Glide across the lonely years.
And old homes scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appears.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul.
In the stillness of the midnight,
Precious sacred scenes unfold.
Copyright ? 1986 Special Rider Music
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