A cock is crowing far away
And another soldier’s deep in prayer.
Some mother’s child has gone astray,
She can’t find him anywhere.
But I can hear another drum
Beating for the dead that rise,
Whom nature’s beast fears as they come
And all I see are dark eyes.
—Bob Dylan, “Dark Eyes” (1985)
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