Sunday, November 22, 2015

Precious Angel

Bob Dylan

My so-called friends have fallen under the spell
They look me squarely in the eye and they say all is well
Sister let me tell you 
About a vision that I saw
You were drawing water for your husband
You were suffering under the law
You were telling them about Buddha
You were telling them about Mohammed in one breath
You never mentioned one time the man who came and died a criminal's death

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