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R.I.P.

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The night they drove old Dixie down

I was painting my masterpiece

To Dick Clark who was at the Helm

I told him to

Take the load off

The Weight

But,

He was looking for a place to hide

Up on Cripple Creek

Where she sends me

To Dance

The Last Waltz

But

Slippin and slidin

Like a Drunkard's dream

If I ever did see one

But then

Dick said to Levon

For Now

So long

Then everyone wore

A long black veil

And stood on

The American

Band

Stand

And we all sang

Ophelia

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