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W[A]hy do you stand by the w[E]indow
Ab[D]andoned to beauty and pr[A]ide
The th[A]orn of the night in your b[E]osom
The sp[D]ear of the age in your s[A]ide
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That lo[D]osens the high silver ne[A]rves[/A][/G#][/F#]
O ch[E]osen love, o frozen love
O t[D]angle of [(D]mat[C#m]ter [Bm)]and gh[A]ost
O da[E]rling of angels, demons and saints
And the wh[D]ole broken[(D]-he[C#m]arte[Bm)]d ho[A]st
G[/A]entl[/G#]e th[/F#]is so[E]ul
And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The new Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like the rose on its ladder of thorns
O chosen love, o frozen love
O tangle of matter and ghost
O darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendor
In the arms of the High Holy One
For the Holy One dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless the continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
O chosen love, o frozen love
O tangle of matter and ghost
O darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
G[/A]entl[/G#]e th[/F#]is so[E]ul, g[D]entl[/C#]e th[/B]is so[A]ul
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W[A]hy do you stand by the w[E]indow
Ab[D]andoned to beauty and pr[A]ide
The th[A]orn of the night in your b[E]osom
The sp[D]ear of the age in your s[A]ide
Lost in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of remorse
Lost in the waves of a sickness
That lo[D]osens the high silver ne[A]rves[/A][/G#][/F#]
O ch[E]osen love, o frozen love
O t[D]angle of [(D]mat[C#m]ter [Bm)]and gh[A]ost
O da[E]rling of angels, demons and saints
And the wh[D]ole broken[(D]-he[C#m]arte[Bm)]d ho[A]st
G[/A]entl[/G#]e th[/F#]is so[E]ul
And come forth from the cloud of unknowing
And kiss the cheek of the moon
The new Jerusalem glowing
Why tarry all night in the ruin
And leave no word of discomfort
And leave no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be silent
Like the rose on its ladder of thorns
O chosen love, o frozen love
O tangle of matter and ghost
O darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
Gentle this soul
Then lay your rose on the fire
The fire give up to the sun
The sun give over to splendor
In the arms of the High Holy One
For the Holy One dreams of a letter
Dreams of a letter's death
Oh bless the continuous stutter
Of the word being made into flesh
O chosen love, o frozen love
O tangle of matter and ghost
O darling of angels, demons and saints
And the whole broken-hearted host
G[/A]entl[/G#]e th[/F#]is so[E]ul, g[D]entl[/C#]e th[/B]is so[A]ul