Written by Bob Dylan
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My love, she speaks like silence
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Without ideals or violence
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She doesn't have to say she's faithful
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But she's true, like ice, like fire
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People carry roses
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Make promises by the hours
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My love laughs like the flowers
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Valentines can't buy her
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In the dime stores and bus stations
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People talk of situations
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Read books, repeat quotations
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Draw conclusions on the wall
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Some speak of the future
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My love, she speaks softly
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She knows there's no success like failure
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And that failure's no success at all
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The cloak and dagger dangles
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Madams light the candles
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In ceremonies of the horsemen
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Even the pawn must hold a grudge
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Statues made of matchsticks
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Crumble into one another
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My love winks, she does not bother
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She knows too much to argue or to judge
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The bridge at midnight trembles
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The country doctor rambles
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Bankers' nieces seek perfection
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Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
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The wind howls like a hammer
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The night goes rainy
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My love, she's like some raven
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At my window with a broken wing
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My love, she speaks like silence
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Without ideals or violence
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She doesn't have to say she's faithful
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To all the gifts that wise men bring
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The wind howls like a hammer
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The night goes rainy
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My love, she's like some raven
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At my window with a broken wing
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Love Minus Zero/No Limit
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| Fleetwood Mac |
