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Em7I viewed in my presence AMy hand on my forehead Em7And sighting the liners BmOf mad merchant seamen Am Em7In search of the living DOr the spices of ChiAm7na
Lucy walked gently Between the damp barrels And shut out my eyes With the width of her fingers Said she'd guessed the number Of bales in the back room
Em7While the seagulls were screaming A/C#Lucy was eBmatiCng Em7Then we hauled up our colours A/C#The way the mother had toBmld Cus AmAnd together we juBmst watched the saEmils
Lucy I said In a passage of cotton kegs Can we hold hands I'm sure that it's warmer Then the gulls ate the crumbs Of Lucy's sandwich