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I've stepped in the middle
of seven sad forests
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I've been out in front
of a dozen dead oceans
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I've been ten thousand miles
in the mouth of a graveyard
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And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
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it's a hard
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It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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When I got back from India,
and got to the West Coast...
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there was a poet, Charlie Plymell...
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at a party in Bolinas...
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played me a record
of this new young folk singer.
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And I heard...
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Hard Rain, I think...
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and wept.
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'Cause it seemed that...
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the torch had been passed...
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to another generation.
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From earlier bohemian or beat...
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illumination and self-empowerment.
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And what'll you do now,
my blue-eyed son?
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And what'll you do now,
my darling young one?
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I'm a-going back out
before the rain starts a-fallin'
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And I'll head for
the depths of the deepest dark forest
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Where the people are many
and their hands are all empty
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Where the pellets of poison
are flooding their waters
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And I'll tell it, and think it,
and speak it, and breathe it