To Ramona
Bob Dylan

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Oh, Ramona, come closer, shut softly your watery eyes
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The pangs of your sadness shall pass as your senses will rise
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The flowers of the city, though breathlike, get deathlike at times
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And there's no use in tryin' to deal with the dyin'
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Though I cannot explain that in lines

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Your cracked country lips, I still wish to kiss, as to be under the strength of your skin
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Your magnetic movements still capture the minutes I'm in
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But it grieves my heart, love, to see you tryin' to be a part of a world that just don't exist
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It's all just a dream, a vacuum, a scheme, that sucks you into feelin' like this

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I can see that your head has been twisted and fed by worthless foam from the mouth
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I can tell you are torn between stayin' and returnin' on back to the South
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You've been fooled into thinking that the finishin' end is at hand
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Yet there's no one to beat you, no one to defeat you, except the thoughts of yourself feeling bad

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I've heard you say many times that you're better than no one and no one is better than you
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If you really believe that, you know you got nothing to win and nothing to lose
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From fixtures and forces and friends your sorrow does stem
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They hype you and type you and make you feel like you must be exactly like them

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I'd forever talk to you, but soon my words, they would turn into a meaningless ring
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For deep in my heart I know there is no help I can bring
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Everything passes, everything changes, just do what you think you should do
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Then someday maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be cryin' with you
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Then someday maybe, who knows, baby, I'll come and be cryin' with yoU