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Alice:
D
A little talk could hold me for a little while
A
Another brush of whiskers and that distant smile
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And soon the days are hazy, and the shadows won’t contain me
Bm7 Bm A
The butterflies go floating by the child
Alfred:
D
I knew you were a strange girl, or I thought you were
A
You’ve done the book of wonder in the room of hurt
E7
We knew the world of summer, like a sister like a brother
Bm
And the melodies were sweeter left unheard
We fell down a
Alfred:
Don’t you
Alfred:
We fell so far
Alfred:
It never
Alice:
Another word or
Alice:
And all the summer
Alice:
In the song of
A7
Afternoon
Alice:
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You never play September in a winter game
Alfred:
F#m
The heart will not remember what it will not name
Alice:
E
The caterpillar gazes on a world of older faces
Alfred:
Bm
And the butterflies go floating all the same
We fell down a
Alfred:
Won’t you
Alfred:
We fell so far
Alfred:
We never
Alice:
And who knew what to
Alice:
With all I’ve felt for
Alice & Alfred:
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You
Alice:
In the song of
A7
Afternoon