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      On Raglan Rd of a autumn da ---y I saw her first and knew

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That her dark hair would weave a snare

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That I would one day rue

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I saw the danger yet I passed along the enchanted way

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 And I said let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day

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On Grafton St in Novembe ----r  we tripped lightly along the ledge

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Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion play

           D              /                  A             /            /        /             E     /

The Queen of hearts still making tarts and I not making hay

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Oh I loved to much and by such by suc --- h is happiness thrown away

 

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I gave her gifts of the mind I          gave her  the seeret signs

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That's known to artists who have known-the true gods of sound and stone

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And her words and tint-without stint., I gave her poems to say

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With her own name there and her own dark hair

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Like clouds over fields of May

 

 

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On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now

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Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow

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That I had loved not as I should, a creature ,made of clay

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When the angel woos the clay he'll lose

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His wings at the dawn of day

 

Eugene Quinn          wwww.guitarlessonsdublin.ie           Tel : 0863005493

       

 

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