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Tuning: G C E A
ClDoudy,
My thoughts are scattered and they're clouGdy.
They have no borders, Dno bF#7oundarDdimies.
TAhey echo and they sF#7well,
From TolAstoy to TinkerBmbell,
DEown from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got Asome pictures in my pocket and a A7lot of time to kill.
Hey, SuDnshine--
I haven't seen you in a lGong time.
Why don't you show your face and beDnd F#7my mDdimind?
ThAese clouds stick to the sF#7ky,
Like a flAoating question, Bmwhy?
AEnd they linger there to die.
AThey don't know where they're going, and my A7friend, neither do I.
CloDudy, ClGoudy, CloDudy, GCloudy.
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992