Rufus Wainwright

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D} When, in dis ^Em grace with ^Asus4 fortune and men's ^A eyes,
^D I all al ^Em one be ^A weep my outcast ^D state
^D And trouble deaf ^Em heaven ^Asus4 with my bootless ^A cries
^D And look up ^Em on my ^A self and curse my ^D fate,
^D Mm ^Em m.. ^Asus4 . ^A
D Mm ^Em m.. ^A . ^D
D Wishing me ^Am7 like to ^Em7 one more rich in ^A7 hope,
^D Featured like ^Am7 him, like ^Em7 him with friends poss ^A ess'd,
^D Desiring ^Am7 this man's ^Em7 art and that man's ^A7 scope,
^D With what I ^Am7 most en ^Em7 joy contented ^D least;
^D Yet in these ^Em thoughts my ^Asus4 self almost desp ^A ising,
^D Haply I ^Em think on ^A thee, and then my ^D state,
^D Like to the ^Em lark at ^Asus4 break of day ar ^A ising
^D From sullen ^Em earth, sings ^A hymns at heaven's ^D gate;
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For ^D thy ^Em sweet ^D love ^Em remember'd ^C su ^D ch w ^A ealth ^D brings
^D That ^D7 then I ^Em scorn to ^A change ^A7 my s ^D tate ^G with k ^D ings.
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