(Bob Dylan)
If today was not an endless highway. If tonight was not a crooked trail.
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time then lonesome would mean nothing to me at all.
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Yes' 'n' only if my own true love was waiting; if I could hear her heart softly pounding.
Only if she were lying by me, I'd lie in my bed once again.
I can't see my reflection in the water. Can't speak the sounds that show no pain.
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps. Can't remember the sound of my own name.
[Chorus]
There's beauty in the silver singing river. There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky.
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty that I remember in my true love's eyes.
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