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| A | Bm | |
| I prize the cloudy, tearing | sky |
| A | |
| for the thoughts that flap and fl | y. |
| Bm | |
| For staying in and reading | by. |
| A | |
| For sitting under. |
| Bm | |
| I read a book of Madel | ine |
| A | |
| and her friends in two straight li | nes, |
| Bm | |
| in Paris, in a house with v | ines |
| over its old face. |
| E | |
| Far, far is Paris... |
| D | |
| and the sky | is dark with mystery. |
| A AND D (I THINK) |
| Try, catch the thoughts that flap and fly |
| in the cloudy, tearing sky, |
| that touch and stir and won't be tied- |
| and try to speak them. |
| I think of my old Flower Sky. |
| Of us, when we thought we were spies. |
| Of bobbing eggs in Easter dyes. |
| Of walks in London. |
| Try, try to hold my love for you, |
| it knows no measure. |
| E | D | |
| This is a day for hearing ba | gpipes |
| somewhere playing. |
| E | D | |
| This is a day for hearing s | arabands |
| E | D | E | D | |
| and hiding awa | y. |
| Sky, I hold my tears if you do. |
| Starling thoughts, go over me. |
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