Passing Afternoon

Capo na 2ª casa.

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There are times that walk from you
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 like some passing afternoon
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Summer warmed the open window 
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of her honeymoon
         C            Dsus9       
And she chose a yard to burn but 
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the ground remembers her
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Wooden spoons, her children stir 
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her Bougainvillea blooms


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There are things that drift away 
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like our endless, numbered days
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Autumn blew the quilt right 
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off the perfect bed she made
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And she's chosen to believe in the
      G                  C
 hymns her mother sings
Continúa después del anuncio
Sunday pulls its children from their
 piles of fallen leaves


          C                  Dsus9
There are sailing ships that pass 
            G                C
all our bodies in the grass
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Springtime calls her children 
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'till she let's them go at last
         C            Dsus9       
And she's chosen where to be, 
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though she's lost her wedding ring
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Somewhere near her misplaced 
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jar of Bougainvillea seeds



          C                  Dsus9
There are things we can't recall, 
            G                C
blind as night that finds us all
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Winter tucks her children in, 
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her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 
'round the shaded ferns
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Naked arms, her secrets still 
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like songs I'd never learned



          C                  Dsus9
There are names across the sea, 
            G                C
only now I do believe
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Sometimes, with the windows 
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closed, she'll sit and think of me
         C            Dsus9       
But she'll mend his tattered 
      G                  C
clothes and they'll kiss as if they 
know
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A baby sleeps in all our 
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bones, so scared to be alone


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