Cicadas And Gulls

[C]        [G]      [G]      [Am]    [C]    [Am]   [Em]  [G]

C[G]icadas and [C]gulls
They scrape on the [G]hull
The land and the [C]sea
They're distant from[G] me

I'm in the s[Am]ky, sky, [C]sky
I'm in the [Am]sky  [Em]       [G]

T[G]houghts are like [C]pearls
And flags are unf[G]urled
When we're in the [C]dark
I'll ride you like the [G]ark

Because you're [Am]mine, mine, [C]mine
Because you're [Am]mine  [Em]        [G]

[C]        [G]      [G]      [Am]    [C]    [Am]   [Em]  [G]

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Maps can be poems
When you're on your own
And distance is braille
And all that entails

I[Am]'m in the s[C]ky, sky, sky

I[Am]'m in t[C]he sky

I[Am]'m in t[Em]he sky[G]

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Empty as a page
As high as a stage
As full as a room
When we're in the spoon

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