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Capo 2, travis-fingerpicking
DI was twenty-one Emyears when AI wrote this Dsong. Im twenty-two now but I Cwont be for Dlong GTime hAurries on. And the Dleaves Cthat are GgreAen turn to Dbrown, And they Bmwither with the wind, And they Acrumble in your hand.
and so on...