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Her Amday was Fdimborn in shGades of G9blue,
Her song was sad the Amwords were true;
Her D9morning cDmame too fGast too sG9oon,
And died before the Amafternoon
Poor GladyCdim dayDm couGdimld useG7 someG love, some sunAmshine,
DmLadyDm7 day Dm7has tGoo Fdimmuch rain
Poor GladyCdim dayDm couGdimld useG7 someG spring, some breAmezes,
DmLadyDm7 day Dm7has tGoo Fdimmuch pain.
It's Amsuch a Am7lonely fDmace,G7 it's such a cloudy sky, Am
DmSo many sGhadowsFdim in G7her Ameye. Am7
So Ammany Am7empty drDmeams,G7 so many bitter times, Am
Just a hDmandful ofFdim broken rhAmymes.
Poor GladyCdim dayDm couGdimld useG7 a sGmile, some kindAmness,
DmLadyDm7 day Dm7has tGoo Fdimmuch rain.
Poor GladyCdim day DmcoulGdimd use G7someG dreams, some flowAmers;
DmLadyDm7 day Dm7has tGoo Fdimmuch pain.
AmJust tooAm7 much toDm sayG7, just to much to know, Am
Too lDmittle tGimeFdim to G7say, ?HelAmlo.? Am7
And tAmhen the eAm7vening cDmomes,G7 and now she doesn't cry, Am
And Am7it's too lDmate toFdim say, ?GoodbAmye.?
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