A Beloved Troubadour Dies

I was born here and I'll die here against my will I know it looks like I'm moving but I'm standing still Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from Don't even hear the murmur of a prayer It's not dark yet, but it's getting there — “Not Dark Yet,” Sung by Jimmy LaFave, Written by Bob Dylan

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