[ Предположительная тональность: F ] Intro: F | Bb }(x2) F Bb The light came through the window F Bb Straight from the sun above Gm C And so inside my little room Gm C F There plunged the rays of love In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me Bb C I'll try to say a little more: F Bb Love went on and on Gm A Until it reached an open door Bb Then Love Itself C F Love Itself was gone All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance I'll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone Bb C Then I came back from where I'd been Dm My room, it looked the same Gsus4 G But there was nothing left between Csus4 C F The Nameless and the Name (and the Name) All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance I'll try to say a little more: Oh love went on and on Until it reached an open door Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone Love Itself Love Itself was gone __________________________________ Guitarist friendly version Capo 3rd fret Intro: D | G }(x2) D G The light came through the window D G Straight from the sun above Em A And so inside my little room Em A D There plunged the rays of love In streams of light I clearly saw The dust you seldom see Out of which the Nameless makes A Name for one like me G A I'll try to say a little more: D G Love went on and on Em F# Until it reached an open door G Then Love Itself A D Love Itself was gone All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance I'll try to say a little more: Love went on and on Until it reached an open door Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone G A Then I came back from where I'd been Bm My room, it looked the same Esus4 E But there was nothing left between Asus4 A D The Nameless and the Name (and the Name) All busy in the sunlight The flecks did float and dance And I was tumbled up with them In formless circumstance I'll try to say a little more: Oh love went on and on Until it reached an open door Then Love Itself Love Itself was gone Love Itself Love Itself was gone
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