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So I Cut Off My Hair And I Rode Straight Away, To The Wild Unknown Country Where I Could Not Go Wrong.

Don't Get Up Gentlemen. I'm Only Passing Through!

The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

When Blackness Was A Virtue And The Road Was Full Of Mud, I Came In From The Wilderness, A Creature Void Of Form.