Apple
The incense ashes are now aglow
The trip from the apartment has come to an end
A young girl with beads and fresh flowers
Watches the smoke from her cigarette ascend
The strawberry field has turned to black
As the needle cuts into the record's face
Paul sang the strawberry fields would be forever
But John took them to a sacred place
A grieiving woman with beads and wilted flowers
Stares at the blackness as if to capture
Just a small vision of the field
But only hears the white noise of rapture
The smoke from her cigarette stains the wall
The life from the flowers is gone
But a voice screams from the vinyl cover
In the strawberry field from John.
The trip from the apartment has come to an end
A young girl with beads and fresh flowers
Watches the smoke from her cigarette ascend
The strawberry field has turned to black
As the needle cuts into the record's face
Paul sang the strawberry fields would be forever
But John took them to a sacred place
A grieiving woman with beads and wilted flowers
Stares at the blackness as if to capture
Just a small vision of the field
But only hears the white noise of rapture
The smoke from her cigarette stains the wall
The life from the flowers is gone
But a voice screams from the vinyl cover
In the strawberry field from John.
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