You'll Never Be Greater Than

With Your Silhouette When The Sunlight Dims Into Your Eyes Where The Moonlight Swims, And Your Match-book Songs And Your Gypsy Hymns, Who Among Them Would Try To Impress You? -bob Dylan, "sad-eyed Lady Of The Lowlands” (1966)

Last Night I Danced With A Stranger, But She Just Reminded Me You Were The One.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.

Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.