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GRest beAmside me, FSaCra Turn the Ampage and yield to Dmme Due to all under your Amfeet Including me, FSaCra
CDo You remember,Sara As we lay in golden grain And we smoked away our pain With a cigarette, Sara
GIn the Dmbreath of the wheat field We were pierced by the late yield CAs we lay there Gall alone DmIn the Gmist of all being Confined to one meaning On that sunday, Dmso well Amknown ToFgether, two craven Cbold And the Dmseed which was not Amsown Just a cigarette, FSaCra
Ain't it funny, Sara As in the wheat, so long ago All I have is tobacco Will you keep it, Sara That penitent stranger Who carries a danger Of your love and your peace In a struggle so hard earned To win back youre pardon Let your wrong be upon He Princess, I'm lost and cold If only I could hold Such a burden, Sara