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night like a river, banks are steep
Cadd9GCadd9GFA
carry my burden, bury my worry deep
it's like she told me some time ago
there's plenty for harvest, then the cold winds blow
DAEADAE
i could live a long, long while on the sweetness of her breath
Cadd9GFC/GGA
and i could die for walking miles, and still not find my rest
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