The dangling conversation
paul simon

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It's a still life water color
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of a now late afternoon
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as the sun shines through the curtained lace
        Bb               Bb6  Bbmaj7
and the shadows wash the room
Bb6    Gm
and we sit and drink our coffee
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we are couched in our indeference, like shells upon the shore
        G
you can hear the ocean roar

in the
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in the dangling conversation
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and the superficial sighs
                   Bb  Bb6 Bbmaj7 Bb6
the borders of our lives

and you read your emily dickinson
and I my robert frost
ande we note our place with bookmarkers
that measure what we've lost
like a poem poorly written
we are verses out of rhythm, couplets out of rhyme
in syncopated time

and the
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yes we speak of things that matter
with words that must be said
can analysis be worthwhile?
is the theatre really dead?
now the room is softly faded
and I only kiss your shadow, I cannot feel your hand
you're a stranger now unto me

lost in the
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