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Passing Afternoon

Iron And Wine

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Passing Afternoon Iron And Wine. Yeah, well here it is. It's easy but still nice to have all typed up. Love always, chrismagowan@hotmail.com D E A D There are times that walk from you Like some passing afternoon A E D E Summer warmed the open window Of her honeymoon D E A D And she chose a yard to burn But the ground remembers her A E D E Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms D E A D There are things that drift away Like our endless numbered days A E D E Autumn blew the quilt right off the Perfect bed she made D E A D And she's chosen to believe In the hymns her mother sings A E D E Sunday pulls it's children from the Piles of fallen leaves D E A D There are sailing ships that pass All our bodies in the grass A E D E Springtime calls her children 'til she Let's 'em go at last D E A D And she's chosen where to be Though she's lost her wedding ring A E D E Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds D E A D There are things we can't recall Blind as night that finds us all A E D E Winter tucks her children in her Fragile china dolls D E A D But my hands remember hers Rolling around the shady ferns A E D E Naked arms are secrets still like Songs I'd never learned D E A D There are names across the sea Only now I do believe A E D E Sometimes with the window closed She'll sit and think of me D E A D But she'll mend his tattered clothes And they'll kiss as if they know A E D E A baby sleeps in all our bones So scared to be alone
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