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"The Supreme Critic on the errors of the past and the present, and the only prophet of that which must be, is that great nature in which we rest, as the earth lies in the soft arms of the atmosphere; that Unity, that Over-soul, within which every man's particular being is contained and made one with all other."

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Boots Of Spanish Leather

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’.

Bob Dylan, Boots of Spanish Leather

Posted on February 2, 2009March 29, 2020Author aliCategories LyricsAuthor Bob Dylan

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