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Good Morning, Dear C /B Were the nights any sweeter C/A /G F /E /D /C Were the mornings any cooler, when she was here?
Was the G/Bmind acGcustomed to G/Bhearing &Gquot;GCood morning Dear"? Should I still feel all the sunshine That remembering brings to my mind in thoughts of her? When Lord, we both know things could never be the way they were
D /D# Her little girl illusion D/B /A G /F# /E /D Builds a walls of confusion between right and wrong
They A/C#stand there betAween A/C#her and the Adreams that I've Dcherished too long All faded and tattered But once all that mattered when she was here And this mind's growed accustomed to hearing her say "Good morning dear"?
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