Lyric of the Early Morning:

Well, I keep on thinkin’ ’bout you,
Sister Golden Hair surprise
And I just can’t live without you;
can’t you see it in my eyes?
Now I been one poor correspondent,
and I been too, too hard to find
But it doesn’t mean
you ain’t been on my mind

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