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Rest Beside Me, Sara - Druha Trava

Rest beside me Sara

Turn the page and yield you me

Due to all under your feet

Including me Sara

Do you remember Sara

As we lay in garden grain

And we smoked away our pain

With a cigarette Sara

In the breadth of the wheats field

We were pierced by the late yeild

As we lay there all alone

In the mist of all being

Confined to one meaning

On that Sunday so well known

Together two craven bold

And the seed which was not sown

Just a cigarette Sara

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 an your peace

In a struggle so hard earned

To win back your pardon

Let your wrong be upon he

Princess I'm lost and cold

If only I could hold

Such a burden Sara