Isabel
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GIsabel is wG(sus4)aiting
In a rCoom of many shGadows
Her eEmyes like flashing dAmiamonds
Shining bCrightly from the sGea
Her Ghair in silken G(sus4)tresses
Like a rCobe around her sGhoulders
Hiding tEmantalising treaAmsures
That the sCun has never sGeen G
GIsabel is wG(sus4)atching
Like a pCrincess from the mGountains
For the fEmirst soft snows of wAminter
And the iCcy winds they bGring
With a Gwhisper of her sG(sus4)adness
In the pCassing of the sGummer
Her cEmrown is wild red rAmoses
With a lCace of forest gGreen
And she wBbraps her arms arDound me and she sGighs
And she sBbing to me in sDilence with her eGyes
And her hEmair upon my pAillow comforts mDe C Bm Bb A A
GIsabel is G(sus4)weeping
And her eCyes are full of wGonder
She kEmnows that it's the tAmime for her
And she cCannot understGand
GShe's a mistress of the G(sus4)moonlight
To the sCtars she is a sGister
And the mEmorning now awAmaits her
To betrCay her once agGain
And she wBbhispers as she sDadly slips awGay
Then she sBbmiles because there's nDothing left to sGay
And she tEmakes with her the sAadness and the sDun
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