GRest beAmiside me, FSaCra
Turn the Amipage and yield to Dmime
Due to all under your Amifeet
Including me, FSaCra
CDo You remember,Sara
As we lay in golden grain
And we smoked away our pain
With a cigarette, Sara
GIn the Dmibreath of the wheat field
We were pierced by the late yield
CAs we lay there Gall alone
DmiIn the Gmist of all being
Confined to one meaning
On that sunday, Dmiso well Amiknown
ToFgether, two craven Cbold
And the Dmiseed which was not Amisown
Just a cigarette, FSaCra
Ain´t it funny, Sara
As in the wheat, so long ago
All I have is tobacco
Will you keep it, Sara
That penitent stranger
Who carries a danger
Of your love and your peace
In a struggle so hard earned
To win back youre pardon
Let your wrong be upon He
Princess, I´m lost and cold
If only I could hold
Such a burden, Sara
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