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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=56846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Caribbean Wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She was the rose of sharon from paradise lost<br>From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.<br>I was playing a show in miami in the theater of divine comedy.<br>Told about jesus, told about the rain,<br>She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain<br>By a man who danced on the roof of the embassy.<br>Was she a child or a woman, I cant say which<br>From one to another she could to easily switch<br>We went into the wall to where the long arm of the law could not reach.<br>Could I been used and played as a pawn? <br>It certainly was possible as the gay night wore on<br>Where men bathed in perfume and celebrated free speech.<br>And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico<br>Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire<br>And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,<br>Bringing everything thats near to me nearer to the fire.<br>She looked into my soul through the clothes that I wore<br>She said, we got a mutual friend over by the door,<br>And you know hes got our best interest in mind.<br>He was well connected but her heart was a snare<br>And she had left him to die in there,<br>There were payments due and he was a little behind.<br>The cry of the peacock, flies buzz my head,<br>Ceiling fan broken, theres a heat in my bed,<br>Street band playing nearer my God to thee.<br>We met at the steeple where the mission bells ring,<br>She said, I know what youre thinking, but there aint a thing<br>You can do about it, so let us just agree to agree.<br>And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico<br>Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire<br>And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,<br>Bringing everything thats near to me nearer to the fire.<br>Atlantic city by the cold grey sea<br>I hear a voice crying, daddy, I always think its for me,<br>But its only the silence in the buttermilk hills that call.<br>Every new messenger brings evil report<br>bout armies on the march and time that is short<br>And famines and earthquakes and hatred written upon walls.<br>Would I have married her? I dont know, I suppose.<br>She had bells in her braids and they hung to her toes<br>But I kept hearing my name and I had to be movin on.<br>I saw screws break loose, saw the devil pound tin,<br>I saw a house in the country being torn from within.<br>I heard my ancestors calling from the land far beyond.<br>And them caribbean winds still blow from nassau to mexico<br>Fanning the flames in the furnace of desire<br>And them distant ships of liberty on them iron waves so bold and free,<br>Bringing everything thats near to me nearer to the fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Bob Dylan - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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From the city of seven hills near the place of the cross.
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Told about jesus, told about the rain,
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