Tono: D
Introducción:
Dm C G
Thundering news hits me like a snowball
G9
striking my face and shattering
Dm C G
Covering me in a fine powdery and mist
G9
and mixing in with my tears
Dm C G
And I'm fifty-seven but I could be seven years old,
G9
Cause I will never be able
Dm C
to comprehend the expansiveness
G
of what I've just learned, that...
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You, have disappeared
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You have been released
G4
You are flecks of light
G
You are mist
Somewhere, spinning round the sun