Bob, you are a singer
Singing the song of life,
You are a musician
Playing the music of life,
You are a songwriter
Writing the song of life.
Ye, you, Bob,
Bob Dylan, a guitarist
Plucking,
Plucking the wires,
Strumming,
Strumming the chords,
Plucking, plucking,
Plucking and strumming,
Strumming and strumming
And the music flowing,
Flowing and flowing,
The music so melodious,
The song, song
Given words, words and music
And music, music
Lacerating the words with
Song and music, music and song
Sung with the melody of life
And the notes breaking.
And in the beats,
Beats and music mixed,
Wires plucked and tuning,
Cackling,
Lighting and raking,
I see life,
I see life,
I hear, hear songs,
I take to, take to put down
Filled with inspiration and joyous mood
Taking me far.
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