Am F#dim D#dim The brackish roots of river pineEm Bm C Anchored in my curving spineC G Am Bm Bend to the whims of wind's designAm D#dim Em And I lay down at your sideAm F#dim D#dim Above the brine of reds in clayEm Bm C A swollen angel oaks bouquetC G Am Bm In the red-winged blackbird's eyes of greyAm D#dim Em A saltwater tear residesAm F#dim Em D But the sand and the earthen parapetAm F#dim Em Bm Silts into this rivuletG Bm Am Bm The bluffs and the banks will soon forgetAm D#dim Em A single tear was criedAm F#dim D#dim And in this spawning ground it bloomsEm Bm C The nectar and the petal plumesC G Am Bm A purple swallow now exhumed Am D#dm Em From the river that has diedAm F#dim Em D The crimson of ranunculus Am F#dm Em Bm Gardenia and dianthusG Bm Am Bm The bloodless ivory water-lotusAm D#dim Em Sweetly opens wide [interlude]Am F#dim Em D Without a voice left to singAm F#dim Em Bm With waterlogged and heavy wingG Bm Am Bm With peaceful eyes unsufferingAm D#dim Em A pigeon floats in the tide
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