(from Chimes of Freedom: Songs of Bob Dylan Honoring 50 Years of Amnesty International) Your breath is sweet Your eyes are like two jewels in the sky. Your back is straight, your hair is smooth On th
She's like the swallow that flies on high She's like the river that never runs dry She's like the sun beaming on the lea shore I love my love, but love is no more A maiden into her garden did go
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