Chords for Historical Novel

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_ _ _ [A] In the bottom of a glass, _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
underneath [E] imported lagers, slowly _ bloomed [Dm] a crimson rose, _
[A] _ _ _ shining
proudly through [Dm] the darkness.
_ _ _ _ I was working on a book, _ _ _ _ an [A] historical [Bb] _ romance, [Gm] _
emerging as [Dm] though through a fog, _ _
[A] _ from one
cover to [Dm] the other.
_ _ _ _ So we write it, how we hear it, how we hear is how we breathe it, how we breathe it.
So [E] we write it, never _ trying [A] to _ appease.
[Dm] _ That's the way that nature makes. _
_ _ Don't ask why, it's no [Gm] one's business [Em] who's [Dm] to argue [A] or [Dm] to judge. _ _ _ _ _
There, [Ab] the sky was white and blue.
_ _ There was such abundant [E] fiction, how I pulled [Dm] the strings of fate, [A] to unravel my own story. _
How I dived [Dm] into the past, _ and equipped all [E] of my heroes for [Dm] adventure on the way.
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And I [Dm] fancied me their captain.
So we write it, how we hear it, how we hear is how we breathe it, how we breathe it.
[E] So we write it, never trying to [A] _ appease. _
[Dm] That's the way that nature made us. _
Don't ask why, it's no [E] one's business who's [Am] to [A] argue or [Dm] to judge.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Fiction isn't [Dm] just a trick, _ _ and one thought is [Gm] not sufficient for completion [A] of [Dm] my book.
[A] _ Though my [Dm] epilogue be written, _ _ may the crimson of the rose, _ _ if it's not completely [E] faded,
be my final testament, _ _ [A] _ spending words I saved [Dm] like _ _ pennies. _
_ _ _ _ So we write it, how we hear it, how we hear is how we breathe it.
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