Ballade At Thirty-Five
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Intro :
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TChis no song of ingeC7nue
TFhis no ballad of inEnocence
TAmhis the rhyme of a lFady who
FDmollowed ever the Gnatural bents
TChis a Solo of saC7pience
TFhis a chantey of soEphistry
TAmhis the sum of expeFriments
IDm loved them until Gthey lovedC me
I loved them until theC7y loved me
IF loved them until theyE loved meAm F Dm G
DCecked in garments of sC7able hue
DFaubed with ashes of myrEiad Lents
WAmearing shower bouFquets of rue
WDmalk I ever in peGnitence
OCft I roam as my heC7art repents
TFhrough God's acre of memEory
MAmarking stones in my reveFrence
IDm loved them until Gthey lovedC me
I loved them until theC7y loved me
IF loved them until theyE loved meAm F Dm G
Pictures pEass me in Amlong review -
Marching cFolumns of dGead evCents
I was tEender and ofAmten true
Ever a pDmrey to coinciGdence
AClways knew I the coC7nsequence
AFlways saw what the enEd would be
WAme're as Nature has maFde us -- hence
IDm loved them until Gthey lovedC me
I loved them until theC7y loved me
IF loved them until theyE loved meAm F Dm G
PCrinces never I'd giC7ve offense
WFon't you think of me teEnderly
HAmere's my strength and my weFakness gents
TChis no song of ingeC7nue
TFhis no ballad of inEnocence
TAmhis the rhyme of a lFady who