Bob Dylan - Ballad in plain d

^EI once loved a g^Dirl, her skin it was b^Eronze. ^EWith the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a ^Dfawn. ^EI courted her proudly but now she is go^Dne, Gone as the season she^E's taken.

^EThrough young s^Dummer's breeze, I stole her away ^EFrom her mother and sister, though close did they st^Day. ^EEach one of them suffering from the failures of their ^Dday, With strings of guilt they trie^Ed hard to guide us.

^EOf the two sisters,^D I loved the young. ^EWith sensitive instincts, she was the creative on^De. ^EThe constant scapegoat, she was easily un^Ddone By the jealousy of others ar^Eound her.

^EFor her parasite sister, ^DI had no respect, ^EBound by her boredom, her pride to pr^Dotect. ^ECountless visions of the other she'd r^Deflect As a crutch for her scenes and h^Eer society.

^EMyself, for what I did, I ^Dcannot be excused, ^EThe changes I was going through can't even be us^Ded, ^EFor the lies that I told her in hopes not to los^De The could-be dream-lover of m^Ey lifetime.

^EWith unknown consciousness^D, I possessed in my grip ^EA magnificent mantelpiece, though its heart being c^Dhipped, ^ENoticing not that I'd already sl^Dipped To a sin of love's fa^Else security.

^EFrom silhouetted anger to man^Dufactured peace, ^EAnswers of emptiness, voi^Dce vacancies, ^ETill the tombstones of damage read me no questions but, &qu^Dot;Please, What's wrong and what's ^Eexactly the matter?"

^EAnd so it did happen like it could have been f^Doreseen, ^EThe timeless explosion of fa^Dntasy's dream. ^EAt the peak of the night, the king and the ^Dqueen Tumbled all down into p^Eieces.

^E"The tragic figure!&q^Duot; her sister did shout, ^E"Leave her alone, God damn y^Dou, get out!" ^EAnd I in my armor, turnin^Dg about And nailing her to the ruins of her^E pettiness.

^EBeneath a bare light bulb the p^Dlaster did pound ^EHer sister and I in a screaming ba^Dttleground. ^EAnd she in between, the vi^Dctim of sound, Soon shattered as a child 'neath her ^Eshadows.

^EAll is gone, all is gone, admit it, t^Dake flight. ^EI gagged twice, doubled, tears bl^Dinding my sight. ^EMy mind it was mangled, I ran into ^Dthe night Leaving all of love's ashe^Es behind me.

^EThe wind knocks my window, th^De room it is wet. ^EThe words to say I'm sorry, I hav^Den't found yet. ^EI think of her often and hope ^Dwhoever she's met Will be fully aware of how preci^Eous she is.

^EAh, my friends from the prison, the^Dy ask unto me, ^E"How good, how good does it feel ^Dto be free?" ^EAnd I answer them most ^Dmysteriously, "Are birds free from t^Ehe chains of the skyway?"