pressed between the pages of my mind
sweeten thru the ages just like wine
Quiet thought come floating down
And settle softly to the ground
Like golden autumn leaves around my feet
I touched them and they burst apart
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you.
I cling to them and trimble till thе dawn
Are all that I have left now that you’ve gone
Of holding hands and red bouquets
And twilight trimmed in purple haze
And laughing eyes and simple ways
And quiet nights and gentle days with you.
pressed between the pages of my mind
sweeten thru the ages just like wine
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Fm~C
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D~7
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C7
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Dm
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