Winds Dark Poem

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THED  AD  LITTLE BITS IN THE VERSES 
SOMETIMES HED  THEY AD :


(1)

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G|-3----|---s| light bend on the 
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B|         
G|g string 
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A|         
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(2)

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G|-4--3-|---| go ahead and whack 
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G|a slight bend on these too 
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I WILL DFE R TO THEM BELOW AS (1) 
AND (2)
IT IS THE EABE ST WAY I COULD THINK 
TO C  IT


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The intro is a frantically picked 
Abm for about 30 seconds,
then this happens:

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B|-------------------5~~~~~| 
G|-9--8--------11-8--6~~~~~| 
D|-------6~~~~~------6~~~~~| 
A|-7--6--6~~~~~9--6--4~~~~~| 
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Carry on frantically picking C#m for
 a while,
then two single massive strums of 
Abm,
and then...

            Abm                 
...voice of wind, the air in the 
 B
branches

   (1)       E                   
Sounded like words, whispering a 
Abm
spell on me

 (2)    E
Until I heard

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          Abm
Now I see shapes in the low light

          B
The earth quakes in the twilight

      C#m
I see flames in my calm life

                     E
Hear the wind's dark poem


(((frantic Abm picking with violent 
wind, if there is some nearby)))


        Abm
You can see from above, the rocks 
sticking out of

    B                              
the yard behind the house make 
        (1)
stone constellations,

E                             
   half-buried in the dusk, the 
           Ebm      Ebm7
unformed stories

          Abm
coming to life while I sleep.

The breath moves branches saying 
B
words that I don't know,

            (1)  E
a new poem,         a song I sang in
 a dream.

    Ebm                   Ebm7
The lights of town faint,

               Abm
something is exhaling in the sound 
of traffic far away.

             B                     
Something is happening. Wind's dark
        (1)
 poem describes,

E                                 
   calligraphy of branches writes,
              Ebm          Ebm7
 stone constellation alive.

                        Abm     
The house is built on a boulder, 
              B
soil returns to the wind.

                  (1)
Bones will blow in pink light.

E
   The distant sound is saying my 
name,

Ebm                     Ebm7
     the wind is taking pieces.

Abm                               
     Wind's dark poem is about the
            Abm
 constantly roaring decay

The destruction of every day, and 
F#5
every morning's waking.


(((stop playing, sing against the 
gentle hum of silence)))


But even as spring is bringing 
blossoms back among leaves,
the cold wind blows when night 
falls,
and the bare branches bend.