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DCDG
Well I tGry to close my eyes, clGear my mind, and jEmust listen to the wildflF#mowers gGrow.
Such whiDspers on the breeze, tGhey don't come easy nCow, over all this noise.
SEmpent my youth aF#mmong the piGnes, thCey used to sing a tune so fDine.
And the wEmind, moDved like an ecCho, carryDing their voiGces.
I sGaw it in a dream, monuments of trees, as the Emair we breath tF#murned our lungs to Gdust.
And the redDwood so tall,G and all their aw,C began to rust.
EmWith no bF#mend and sway at aGll,C that ancient dance wDas lost.
and the wEmind, moDved like an eCcho, with a sDigh in every gGuss.
GEmF#mGDGC
EmF#mGCDEm
DCDG
Well some dEmay I hope to find, that lCand of funny wine,
where the coffGee grows on the wide oak tDrees,
and those sAmugar coated mountaints, in the spGring begin
to melt, Cto sweetest stream
REmeached night, the stF#marlight and the sGea,
toCgether form eterDnity, and the wEmind moDves like an eCcho,
as the woDrld drops all,G to sleep.
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