tupelo honey
oh Dylan...of all the songs you could have picked tonight, you pick this one...
this song was the song one of my great loves of my life said was my song. I remember laying in bed, listening to this song and feelin oh so loved...the soft breeze would flutter the lace panels on the windows and the gentle bleating of nearby sheep could be heard as we kissed and claimed our love for each other...
oh ...what a perfect memory you have brought to me...thank you so much...
this love I had and left, is what is on my mind tonight...
and yes, it was the right thing to do in leaving..nonetheless, it didnt make my love for her less real...
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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