Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление [Verse 1] F# A Never more than seven Aprils are selected at a time C# The least of these removed, reluctantly subdued B A B That I might find rosewater in my cup G C# But don't let up, and don't let on [Verse 2] F# A Mountains that are lime green pouring over furrows in the brow C# B Occasional response, yet what I really want - is losing A B What I've kept concealed in here G C# Oh, it's not mine, but don't let on [Verse 3] F# A If it makes a better letter why not write it at the fair C# B You tell her what you got, then she'd dismiss the thought of rear A B G You care to see her nest awaits, whatever comes C# But don't let on
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