I Can't Seem To Make You Mine The Clientele E A In the silence of the garden E A Mist arising on the wind E D And the beast is pondering love love love A B 'Till the rusty nails grow dim E A I can't seem to make you mine E A Through the long and lonely night E A B A And I try so hard, darling E A But the crowd pulled you away E A Through the ribbons and the rain E A B And the ivy coiled around my hand So I lingered with the people In the silent August glade But the rain has brought the night And the night has brought the rain I can't seem to make you mine Through the long and lonely night And I try so hard, darling But the crowd pulled you away Through the ribbons and the rain And the ivy coiled around my hand
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