Crimson flames tied through my ears
Rollin' high and mighty traps
Pounced with fire on flaming roads
Using ideas as my maps
"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I
Proud 'neath heated brow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
"Rip down all hate," I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow.
Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now.

Author: Bob Dylan

Crimson flames tied through my ears<br />Rollin' high and mighty traps<br />Pounced with fire on flaming roads<br />Using ideas as my maps<br />"We'll meet on edges, soon," said I<br />Proud 'neath heated brow.<br />Ah, but I was so much older then,<br />I'm younger than that now.<br /><br />Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth<br />"Rip down all hate," I screamed<br />Lies that life is black and white<br />Spoke from my skull. I dreamed<br />Romantic facts of musketeers<br />Foundationed deep, somehow.<br />Ah, but I was so much older then,<br />I'm younger than that now. - Bob Dylan



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