there can be only one
You do not always know what I am feeling.
Last night in the warm spring air while I was
blazing my tirade against someone who doesn’t
interest
me, it was love for you that set me
afire,
and isn’t it odd? for in rooms full of
strangers my most tender feelings
writhe and
bear the fruit of…
Badass pipe where the eye turns red when you smoke out of it.
WAAAAAAAAAAANTTTT
Bob Dylan, Copenhagen, Denmark, May 1966.
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