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F Who can s C ay the way it s Bb hould be; C
F Moonlight h C olly, the S Dm appho C Bb omet,
F Angel's t C ears below a t F ree.
Dm Am C F Dm Bb C (opakovat)
You talk of the break of morning
As you view the new aurora,
Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
One love carved in acajou.
One told me of China Roses,
One a thousand nights and one night,
Earth's last picture, the end of evening
Hue of indigo and blue. Db F Db
A Gb new Db moon Ebm leads E me B to
Gb Woods B of d Gb reams and I B follow.
A Gb new w Db orld Ebm waits f E or B me;
Gb My d Ebm ream, Ab my Db way Gb .
Db I know that if Ebm I have B heaven
Gb There is Db nothing to des B ire. Db
Gb Rain and r Db iver, a Ebm world of w B onder
Gb May be p Db aradise to B me.
Db I see t Gb he sun.
I s Db ee the st B ars.
Enya
