Tom: A
Introdução:
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I think the screaming wind said my name,
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significance found in rocks,
Abm E
then the mountain slowly blowing
C#m B
and the river,
Abm
lost wisdom returns.
E
And the sound of the river sighing,
"Here's your home."
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Under the ashes, waking up,
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and blue dusk slowly revealing.
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Seeing the moon in the middle of the day,
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the gleaming stone
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cuts streams I've been living, sleeping.
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Now the world is flaming,
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or is it clouds rising through the trees on the ridge?
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I know the world is a flaming house
Abm
and what I hold
E
I will be grieving,
Abm
and lost wisdom returns,
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watching dust dancing,
E
living a long life, growing towards form,
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awareness persistently fleeting,
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and the song that cuts through the fog sometimes
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is lost in rainy evenings.
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Wrapped in fog
in the depths of the house,
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I followed a sound further in
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and I saw you.