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As The Guitar Is Held By You

M-ist and haze Sunday A-re both nowhere in view; D-ay twenty-ninth January E-rases the gray and blue. L-ong cold rainy night I-s turning into warm dawn; N-ew morn has broken, E-vening chill is gone. C-hords and stringed instrument A-re both played anew; D-ream of a sweet song, A-s the guitar is held by Y-ou.

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