Ballad In Plain D - Bob Dylan
    I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze

    With the innocence of a lamb she was gentle like a fawn
    I courted her proudly, but now she is gone
    Gone as the season she's ta-ken

    In a young summer's youth I stole her away
    From her mother and sister though close did they stay
    Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day
    With strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us

    Of the two sisters I loved the young
    With sensitive instict she was the creative one
    Their constant scapegoat she was easily undone
    By the jealousy of others around her

    For her parasite sister I had no respect
    Bound by her bordeom her pride to protect
    Countless visions of the other she'd reflect
    As a crutch for her scenes and her society

    Myself for what I did I cannot be excused
    The changes our's going through can't even be used
    For the lies that I told her in hope not to lose
    The could-be dream lover of my lifetime

    With unseen consciousness I possessed in my grip
    A magnificient mantelpiece though it's hard being chipped
    Noticing not that I'd already slipped
    To sin of love's false security

    From silhouetted anger to manufactured peace
    Answers of emptiness voice vacancies
    To the tombstones of damage read no questions but pleas
    What's wrong what's exactly the matter

    And so it happened like it could have been foreseen
    The timeless explosion of fantasy's dream
    At the peak of the night the king and the queen
    Tumbled all down into pieces

    The tragic figure her sister did shout
    Leave her alone god damn you get out
    And I and my armour turning about
    And nailing her in her ruins of pettiness

    Beneath a bare lightbulb the plaster did pound
    Her sister and I in a screaming battleground
    And she in between the victim of sound
    Soon shattered as a child to the shadows

    All is gone all is gone admit it take flight
    I gagged in contradiction tears blinding my sight
    My mind it was mangled I ran into the night
    Leaving all of love's ashes behind me

    The wind knocks my window the room it is wet
    The words to say I'm sorry I haven't found yet
    I think of her often and hope whoever she's met
    Will be fully aware of how precious she is

    Ah my friends from the prison they ask on to me
    How good how good does it feel to be free
    And I answer them most mysteriously
    A bird's free from the chains of the skyway.


    Marco Giunco
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