ARTIST: The Rolling Stones

The fields are ripe, it's the springtime of my life. Bb F Fmaj7. Ahhh, seasons change with the scenery. C9. Weaving time in a tapestry. Dm A7 Dm. Won't you stop and remember me. C. At any convenient time. Bb. Funny how my memory slips while looking over manuscripts. Of unpublished rhyme. Drinking my vodka and lime ................
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