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Bob Dylan
When I was young and time was infinite,
I was spontaneous, impulsive, and impatient.
Now I am older,
and life is precious,
and the timeless becomes a time
with an end in sight.
Love becomes more visible.
I am adventurous,
thoughtful, and patient,
building the next dream
in a timeless future.
Saturday 8th February 2025 5:09 am
The history of rock
And so, in the vastness of the ether, it rises
From the primordial silence, a resonant sound
Like thunder that splits the distant skies
The voice of the Infinite is born, unbound!
No longer the void, nor the endless shadow
But the living flame, the fire burning bright
In the dawn of the cosmos, a mighty song
Where life and death in dance unite
In the womb of the earth, the first cry
Mad...
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