Grateful Dead - Sunrise

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With ey^Ames as sharp as arrows^{D F} and turning to the ^Efir^Ame ^{E7 Am} He clears the ^Dair and cuts it with a ^Amfeather^{Am/G Em F G}

^AmMany in a circle^{D F}slowly ‘round the ^Efire^{Am E7 Am} When he is ^Dgone, I ^Amwant to ^E7know him ^Ambet^Am/Gter ^{Esus4 F G Am}No one is forsaken ^{D F} no one is a ^Eliar ^{Am E7 Am} He plants the ^Dtree of life on our ^Amforeh^Am/Geads with ^Dwater^{Am Am/G}

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