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Lyrics to Bob Dylan Wrote Propaganda Songs :

 I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky,

When the children were babies and played on the beach.

You came up behind me, I saw you go by,       

You were always so close and still within reach.



Sara, Sara,

Whatever made you want to change your mind'

Sara, Sara,

So easy to look at, so hard to define.



I can still see them playin with their pails in the sand,

They run to the water their buckets to fill.

I can still see the shells fallin out of their hands

As they follow each other back up the hill.



Sara, Sara,

Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life,

Sara, Sara,

Radiant jewel, mystical wife.



Sleepin in the woods by a fire in the night,

Drinkin white rum in a Portugal bar,

Them playin leapfrog and hearin about Snow White,

You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar.



Sara, Sara,

Its all so clear, I could never forget,

Sara, Sara,

Lovin you is the one thing Ill never regret.



I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells,

Id taken the cure and had just gotten through,

Stayin up for days in the Chelsea Hotel,

Writin "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you.



Sara, Sara,

Wherever we travel were never apart.

Sara, oh Sara,

Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart.



How did I meet you' I dont know.

A messenger sent me in a tropical storm.

You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow

And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm.



Sara, oh Sara,

Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress,

Sara, Sara,

You must forgive me my unworthiness.



Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp

And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore.

You always responded when I needed your help,

You gimme a map and a key to your door.



Sara, oh Sara,

Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow,

Sara, oh Sara,

Dont ever leave me, dont ever go.



(Merci ' Biocabane pour cettes paroles)
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