A Fictive Take
It was her version of the truth and she tried to separate it from mere meanderings of the mind.
She walked ahead unsure if she had succeeded or not. Autumn winds brought along something that made her cry.
Alone, sitting on that bench, she asked herself about right and wrong. Pendulum like, silly, brusque thoughts!
Why did she participate in the parade? For letting the confusion rise and fall? For the questions to disturb and the answers to convey…
She stopped and listened…
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Bob Dylan – Blowin’ In The Wind
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man ?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand ?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they’re forever banned ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
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Yes, ‘n’ how many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea ?
Yes, ‘n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free ?
Yes, ‘n’ how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending that he just doesn’t see ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
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Yes, ‘n’ how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky ?
Yes, ‘n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry ?
Yes, ‘n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died ?
The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
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