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Bob Dylan from "Girl from the North Country":

"If you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the wind hits heavy on the borderline
Remember me to the one who lives there
Because she once was a true love of mine"

She whirls around the sun, I just cannot keep up with her pace
These poor eyes of mine never saw anything like her grace
She speaks of utopia and trades a kiss for a gun
Nothing is more powerful than the beauty of a woman

She used my burning heart to warm up her bones, with no regret
And I'm left here on the verge, I can't bet and I can't forget
So she gifted me a love song with a worn out ribbon
Nothing is more powerful than the beauty
...of a woman



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Writer(s): Ala Abdulla Ghawas
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