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Are the Bob Dylan lyrics to the song slide a piece of poetry?

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Are the Bob Dylan lyrics to the song slide a piece of poetry?

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Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside. They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide. I live in another world where life and death are memorized. Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes. A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer. Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere. But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise. Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes. They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes. They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is. But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognised. All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes. Oh, the french girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel. Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel. Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that fli

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Oh, the gentlemen are talking and the midnight moon is on the riverside. They’re drinking up and walking and it is time for me to slide. I live in another world where life and death are memorized. Where the earth is strung with lovers’ pearls and all I see are dark eyes. A cock is crowing far away and another soldier’s deep in prayer. Some mother’s child has gone astray, she can’t find him anywhere. But I can hear another drum beating for the dead that rise. Whom nature’s beast fears as they come and all I see are dark eyes. They tell me to be discreet for all intended purposes. They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I’m sure it is. But I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognised. All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes. Oh, the french girl, she’s in paradise and a drunken man is at the wheel. Hunger pays a heavy price to the falling gods of speed and steel. Oh, time is short and the days are sweet and passion rules the arrow that fli

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