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

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

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

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

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