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FWho can sCay the way it sBbhould be; CFMoonlight hColly, the SDmappho CBbomet,
FAngel's tCears below a tFree.
Dm Am C F Dm Bb C (opakovat)
You talk of the break of morning
As you view the new aurora,
Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
One love carved in acajou.
One told me of China Roses,
One a thousand nights and one night,
Earth's last picture, the end of evening
Hue of indigo and blue. Db F Db
A Gbnew Dbmoon Ebmleads Eme Bto
GbWoods Bof dGbreams and I Bfollow.
A Gbnew wDborld Ebmwaits fEor Bme;
GbMy dEbmream, Abmy DbwayGb.
DbI know that ifEbm I have Bheaven
GbThere is Dbnothing to desBire. DbGbRain and rDbiver, a Ebmworld of wBonder
GbMay be pDbaradise to Bme.
DbI see tGbhe sun.
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