The Basement Tapes :: Season One, Track Twelve
Snow covered garden.
I contemplate a return.
Surrounded by peace.
Peace escaped me then.
Brother in suit by my side.
Just as he stands now.
Letter in his hand.
Words unspoken still, as then.
Memories hold me.
Words written on Pulp.
Written to a grown School Girl.
Brooklyn calls me now.
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