Tom: A
Introdução:
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To be a bee, a moth
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Four wings spread for the soft last touch
A
Of glory sun
E A
Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons
E
One hundred different suns
D
In a hundred different heavens
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Spied from a rowboat, stroke
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And nought is spoken
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Before you know it the spell is broken
D E
You might wonder where you are
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Floating on the reservoir
E
I have counted the notes
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We landed here not many years ago
E A
And it was not a pretty song that we composed
E
La la la, the early bird he knows
A
You hang from the cherry bough
D F
When you're lichen yourself, and leave
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The cold cold scent of stone and mulch
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A great stone wall to stave the rush
D E
To think that peace might be too much
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Waiting for the giant
touch.
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The lake, the fir fringed lake
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Placid and ample, birded, breezed and dappled
E
Through the mountain break
A
Through the mountain break
E A D F
A moment, take a moment, a moment
A
You might wonder where you are
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Perched above the reservoir
G
Adolf in the White hotel
E
All this time we've been in hell
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You might wonder where you are
A D#m G E
Perched above the reservoir
D E
Luis of the Lake retire
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Before they set the lake on fire
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Before they set the lake on fire
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Before they set the lake on fire.