Love Minus Zero/No Limit  - Bob Dylan
    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,
    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 success 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 matchsticks
    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 wind blows cold n' rainy
    My love, she's like some raven
    At my window with a broken wing
     
     

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