Crosby stills nash - Lee shore

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    CROSBY STILLS NASH
    
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    From uunet!stanford.edu!rutgers!cbmvax!esposito Fri Jul 10 12:23:51 PDT 1992
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    From: esposito@layout1.Berkeley.EDU (Dave Esposito)
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    Subject: LYRICS: LEE SHORE (Crosby,Stills,Nash)
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    Date: 9 Jul 92 19:43:56 GMT
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    Title:                          LEE SHORE               (Crosby,Stills,Nash)
    
    
                    All along the lee shore
    
                    Shells lie scattered in the sand
    
                    Winking up like shining eyes, at me
    
                    From the sea
    
    
                    Here is one like sunrise
    
                    It's older than you know
    
                    It's still lying there where some careless wave
    
                    Forgot it long ago
    
    
                    When I awoke this morning
    
                    I dove beneath my floating home
    
                    Down below her graceful side in the turning tide
    
                    To watch the seafish roam
    
    
                    From here to Venezuela
    
                    There's nothing more to see
    
                    Than a hundred thousand islands, flung like jewels upon the sea
    
                    For you and me
    
    
                    LEAD
    
    
                    Sunset smells of dinner
    
                    Women are calling at me to end my tails
    
                    But perhaps I'll see you, the next quiet place
    
                    I furl my sails
    
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    Todays music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll

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