Black Flies

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  Intro:
  Parte 1

   Parte 2

(verso)
    black flies on the windowsill, (that we are)x3 to know

  Winter stole summers thrill, & the rivers cracked & cold

  see the sky is no mans's land, a darkened plume to stay

  hope here needs a humble hand, not a fox found in your place

   (Refrão)
          and no man is an island.....        ...this I

     know...        ...but can't you see oh

          maybe you were the ocean...    ..and I was just a

   stone..            black flies on the

  ..windowsill,   (that we are) x3    ...to hold

         ..comfort came against my will, and every story must..

   grow old ..still i'll be a traveller, a gypsies reins

  to face ..but the road is wearier..  with that fool found

 in your place..

                                no man is

      an island.....                     this I know...

                 ...but can't you see oh     maybe you

           were the ocean...       ...and I was just a

        ..stone