Reflections in a[C]n empty mirr[F]or[C] [G]Floating worlds that com[C]e and go [C]Where rivers run[F]down to the [C]ocean [G]and the rising tide meets with the [C]flow [F]Fire on the joyous [C]lake [G]Thunder roars the cauldron [C]boils [F]In the morning when we w[C]ake [G]Where angels weep and man will t[C]oil [C]Wide water r[F]ivers from...