Sapphire - John Martyn
    I watch the day go down,

    Sad fire.
    I watch my luck turn round
    The high flyer.
    I drew my bones around
    Sure fire.
    I watch the current run
    Live wire.
    Clear blue;
    Too true.
    Clear blue;
    Too true.

    I don't know what to do;
    I've got no place to go,
    On the day I lost my sweet Sapphire.
    My precious gem's a dust:
    There's nothing left to trust
    On the days I met sweet Sapphire.

    I saw her running round;
    Sweet liar.
    And I ran the garden of
    Sweet flyer.
    I did just what I could,
    So tired.
    I threw my keys away
    With no desire.
    Clear blue;
    Too true.

    I don't know what to do;
    I've got no place to go
    On the days I met sweet Sapphire.
    My precious gem's a dust;
    There's nothing left to trust
    On the days I met sweet Sapphire.

    I've got no place to go;
    I don't know what to do.
    Ooh, the dreams about Sapphire.
    I don't know what to do;
    I've got nowhere to go.
    I've got no place to show without Sapphire.

    My precious gem's a dust;
    There's nothing left to trust
    Since the day I lost my sweet Sapphire.
    There's nothing I can trust;
    My precious gem's a dust.
    O, the day I lost sweet Sapphire.

    I don't know what to do;
    I don't know where to go
    On the day I lost my sweet Sapphire.

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