Tom: F
AmAm/GF
And gloomy browed with superfear their tragic endless lives
E
Could heave nor sigh
In solemn, perverse serenity
FGFG
Strange games they would play then, no death for the perfect menAbBbAmFAbC
Life rolls into one for them, so softly a supergod cries
Where all were minds in uni-thought
FandE
GandE