[Intro] C D G G7MC D G G7MC D G G7MC D G G7MG A dreaded sunny dayC So I meet you at the cemetery gatesD Em D C Keats and Yeats are on your sideG A dreaded sunny dayC So I meet you at the cemetery gatesD Em D C Keats and Yeats are on your sideD G While Wilde is on mineG C So we go inside and we gravely read the stonesD All those people all those livesEm D C Where are they now?G With loves, with hatesC And passions just like mine They were bornD And then they livedEm D C And then they died Which seems so unfairD G And I want to cryBm You say: "ere thrice the sun hath doorG Salutation to the dawn"Bm G And you claim these words as your ownC D But I'm well read, have heard them saidEm D A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)G If you must write prose and poemsC The words you use should be your ownD Em D C Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"G There's always someone, somwhereC With a big nose, who knowsD And who trips you up and laughsEm D C When you fallD Who'll trip you up and laughG When you fallBm G You say: "ere long done do does did"Bm G Words which could only be your ownC You then produce the textD From whence was rippedEm D (some dizzy whore, 1804)G A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're happyC And I meet you at the cemetery gatesD Em D C Keats and Yeats are on your sideG A dreaded sunny day So let's go where we're wantedC And I meet you at the cemetery gatesD Em D C Keats and Yeats are on your side - but you loseD G While Wilde is on mine
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