Kenneth Madden

Black Crow Keeps Flying

Though you might hear laughin’, spinnin’, swingin’ madly across the sun,
It’s not aimed at anyone, it’s just escapin’ on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin’.

Bob Dylan, Mr Tamborine Man.

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