Passing Afternoon chords

D _ There are times that walk C# from you, E like A B some A passing D afternoon.
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_ F#m _ A _ E Summer warmed the open window D of her E honeymoon, _ .
_ D And she chose a yard E to burn, _ A but B the ground A remembers D her.
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_ _ A _ B E Wooden spoons her children stir, D _ _ F#m _ E bougainvillea blooms.
D There are things that drift E away, _ .
B _ A like B our A endless numbered D days.
_ _ A _ B A Autumn blew E the quilt B right off D the perfect bed she E made,.
_ D And she's chosen F#m to E believe _ A in the B A hymns her mother D sings.
_ _ A _ B A Sunday E causes children from D their piles of F#m fallen E leaves.
_ D There are sailing ships E that pass, A all our bodies in D the grass.
_ _ A _ Springtime E calls her children, till D she lets some go E at last.
D And she's chosen where E to be, _ A though she's lost her C#m wedding D ring.
_ _ A Somewhere near E her misplaced jar D of _ _ E bougainvillea seeds.
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There D are things we can't E recall, _ A blind as night finds D us all.
_ _ A Winter _ E tugs her children in D her fragile china E _ .
dolls.
D But my hands remember E her, _ A rolling round the shade D of her.
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_ _ A Naked _ E arms are secrets still, D like songs I never E learned.
_ D There are names across E the sea, _ _ A only now I do D believe.
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_ _ A _ Sometimes we hear E the windows close, D she'll sit and think E of A me.
E _ D Wash them in this tattered E clothes, _ A and they'll kiss us if they D know.
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_ _ A Baby sleeps E in all our bones, D so scared to be E alone.
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