Carry on frantically picking C#m for a while, then two single massive strums of Abm, and then... ...voice of branches Sou[]nded like spell on me U[]ntil I poem )) You can yard behind the house make stone conste[]llations, words that I don't know, a new poem, [] happening. Wind's dark poem de[]scribes, to the wind. Bones will blow in[] pink light. every morning's waking. )) But even as spring is bringing blossoms back among leaves, the cold wind blows when night falls, and the bare (guitaretab.com)
