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“You better start swimming, or you'll sink like a stone. Because the Time's they are a-changing.”

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Bob Dylan, born Robert Allen Zimmerman on May 24, 1941, is an American musician, singer, and songwriter. Renowned for his distinctive voice and influential lyrics, Dylan's music spans genres from folk to rock, country, and gospel, profoundly impacting music in the second half of the 20th century. more

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