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AmThe dancer slows her frantic pace , In pain and desperation
CHer aching limbs and downcast face aglow with perspiration F
SAmtiff as wire, her lungs on fire with just the briefest pause
CThe flooding through her memory, the echoes of old applause F G
And she limps across the floor , and closes her bedroom door... C Am
AmCF
TAmhe writer stare with glassy eyes , defies the empty page
HCis beard is white, his face is lined, and streaked with tears of rage F
TAmhirty years ago, how the words would flow , with passion and precision
CBut now his mind is dark and dulled, by sickness and indecision F G
And he stares out the kitchen door, where the sun will rise no more... C Am
AmAGD
ASome are born to move the world, tGo live their fantasies D
But most oAf us just dream about , theG things we'd like to be D
SadBbmder still to watch iGt die, than never to have knoFwn it Db
FFor you, the blind who once could see G
FThe bell tolls fGor thee. F G
FThe bell tolls fGor? Am
FFor you, the blind who once could see G
FThe bell tolls fGor thee. F G
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