On G minor blues...

On G minor blues
her he heard singing true
Smoke on water
And fire in her sky
As if there her he found on fly...
O how a flare gun someone there shot
How that evening turned a lighted spot...
How she in a group there sang for the sky
On a minor of G
her blues he
Heard then all right...

(Note- on a song by Deep Purple)


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