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''My Back Pages''**lf****lf**Crimson flames tied through my years**lf**Flowing high and mighty trapped**lf**Countless fire and flaming roads**lf**Using ideas as my maps**lf**''We''ll meet on edges soon'', said I**lf**Proud ''neath heated brow**lf****lf**Ah, but I was so much older then**lf**I''m younger than that now**lf****lf**Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth**lf**''Rip down all hate'', I screamed**lf**Lies that life is black and white**lf**Spoke from my skull, I dreamed**lf**Romantic flanks of musketeers**lf**Foundationed deep, somehow**lf****lf**Ah, but I was so much older then**lf**I''m younger than that now**lf****lf**In a soldier''s stance, I aimed my hand**lf**At the mongrel dogs who teach**lf**Fearing not I''d become my enemy**lf**In the instant that I preach**lf**Sisters fled by confusion boats**lf**Mutiny from stern to bow**lf****lf**Ah, but I was so much older then**lf**I''m younger than that now**lf****lf**Ah, but I was so much older then**lf**I''m younger than that now**lf****lf**My guard stood hard when abstract threats**lf**Too noble to neglect**lf**Deceived me into thinking**lf**I had something to protect**lf**Good and bad, I define these terms**lf**Quite clear, no doubt, somehow**lf****lf**Ah, but I was so much older then**lf**I''m younger than that now**lf**