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| | Bm | D | A | Em |
| | Lonely the | life that | I once | led. |
| | Bm | D | A |
| | Strange the | paths on which we | tread |
| | D | G | A |
| | Led me to you, unl | ikely but t | rue. |
| | Em | A | Bm | A |
| | Sabra | girl, | clouding my | view. |
| Rainy the day the first time we met. |
| Deep was the talk and forever my debt. |
| It didn't seem wrong to sing a sad song. |
| Sabra girl, soon you'd be gone. |
| Early the morning and sad the goodbye. |
| With a wave of your hand and a smile of your eye. |
| So lately did meet, no sooner to part. |
| Sabra girl, homeward must start. |
| Rosy the lines that you wrote with your hand. |
| Reading between them to misunderstand, |