Bob Dylan and Suze Rotolo
remember me then
when we bent firewater to our will
and the sun stood still
and laughed
at how we walked with each other
keep in mind
those words i collected
for your and your heart
that came down to earth
with rain and pieces of old mountains
remember us then
when you may not stand me now
and your lips
feel cold as winter not looking to leave
as you felt i did
remember me when
you write at the rise of night
in the midst of Sade's 'Cherish The Day'
for i will do the same
as long as the wind blows softly.
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