A kind of hanging

A kind of hanging
“I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea
Sometimes I turn, there’s someone there, other times it’s only me
I am hanging in the balance of the reality of man
Like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.”

(Bob Dylan in Every grain of sand)
Wagnelée (B)

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