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[Verse]
                       D                  C
Through smoky shadowed blues of evening's fall
G                D               C
Did you hear the wind's harmonic whine?
G           D                C
Purple into blackness now we all
    G                                    C
And grey becomes a thought, respect from time
             D                          G
The Love Man slings his reels of smiles and rhyme
    C                              D
But somehow he does not see her at all
    G                  D                       C
For though his mellow, chrome-wheeled carriage glides
    G                 C                G
The looking glass has shown her still another

[Verse]
                D               C
The choruses of windup children dance
      G            D               C
While Nancy has to pay for her new rainbow
       G            D                 C
Fringe disillusions passed her into a trance
    G           C
Her days of Pocahontas 'neath the table
                  D              G
To figure out, to round about me here
   C                                D
Or thinking to relate her where she stands
    G               D               C
How morning just proceeds without a flaw
    G                C                  G
The questions in the drumming depths of oceans

[Verse]
                 D               C
The ragman never stops to wonder why
    G                   D            C          G
The streets are haunted by his own reflection
               D                C
Simple gaze of who and where am I
    G                            C
Out from his sooty portrait of rejection
                    D                G
At least complex, a web of steel and glass
     C                                  D
Find thoughts there stumbling into one another
   G             D           C
Theresa says her teacher was fool
    G               C               G
Her Aunt Marie says blame is to her mother

[Verse]
                      D             C
The Flying Dutchman's lone acoustic drone
      G                  D              C
Spans time, it weighs no payment to his measure
        G            D              C
Through galleries of endless stormy seas
   G                                C
He roams, bearing his brain to be unfilled
                      D                  G
Eight-hundred years before the mast have lost
   C                     D
He dares not death, lest all his sails be flattened
     G          D            C
Room only for relation to an end
      G              C                G
There is no cause to seed, to care or need

[Verse]
                D                    C
Congratulations to the thread-strung horn
   G              D                 C      G
He blew until his notes were lent unable
                          D              C
His soul stripped bare to bleed of its remorse
  G                    C
Incredible armada undermined
                     D                G
Tracked not to be confined, to just exist
     C                                 D
In a medium splintered stating of what is
   G                   D            C
He left his strings to melt into no song
    G                  C               G
The wake of some years past can now be settled