And the cards are no good that you're holding - unless they're from another world

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Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo fly
And there's no exit in any direction
'Cept the one that you can't see with your eyes
Wasn't making any great connection
Wasn't falling for any intricate scheme
Nothing that would pass inspection
Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded
Into the path you are hurled
And the cards are no good that you're holding
Unless they're from another world.

B. Dylan

We'll be back later to write about the last few days. Stay tuned. In the meantime, here's Bob.

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