Black Flies taby ukulele według Ben Howard (Chwyty barytonu)

#A simple version.

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Black flies on the windowsill
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That we are 
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That we are
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That we are to know 
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Winter stole summer's thrill 
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And the river's cracked and cold 
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See the sky is no man's land 
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A darkened plume to stay 
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Hope here needs a humble hand 
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Not a fox found in your place 

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No man is an island, this I know
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But can't you see? 
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Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone

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Black flies on the windowsill 
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That we are 


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That we are 
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That we are to hold
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Comfort came against my will 
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And every story must grow old
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Still I'll be a traveller 
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A gypsy's reins to face 
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But the road is wearier 
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With that fool found in your place 
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No man is an island, this I know
                   Am 
But can't you see? 
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Maybe you were the ocean when I was just a stone