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\beginsong{The leaves that are green}[by=Simon \& Garfunkel,cov=old-friends]
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\cover
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\gtab{Do}{X32010}
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\gtab{Rém}{X00231}
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\gtab{Sol}{320003}
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\gtab{Fa}{1:022100}
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\gtab{Lam}{002210}
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\beginverse
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\[Do]I was twenty-one \[Rém]years when \[Sol]I wrote this \[Do]song
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I'm twenty-two now, but I \[Fa]won't \[Sol]be for \[Do]long
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\[Fa]Time hurries \[Sol]on
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And the \[Do]leaves \[Sol]that are \[Fa]gre\[Sol]en turn to \[Do]brown
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And they \[Lam]wither with the wind
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And they \[Rém]crumble in your \[Sol]hand.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl
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I held her close, but she faded in the night
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Like a poem I meant to write
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And the leaves that are green turn to brown
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And they wither with the wind
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And they crumble in your hand.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I threw a pebble in a brook
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And watched the ripples run away
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And they never made a sound
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And the leaves that are green turn to brown
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And they wither with the wind
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And they crumble in your hand.
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Hello, hello, hello, hello
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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That's all there is
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And the leaves that are green turn to brown.
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\endverse
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\endsong
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