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3 4 Y M Y B O B D Y L A N C H A S E T W I C H E L L Back then, everybody knew the music: the brash, young, coarsely grated voice, the words that said Shut up and listen. August in the north country, that’s my Bob Dylan. The cold brook of first love. The sound of something passing. Rain on the tent. Rain hissing in the fire. ...

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