

TRAGEDY OF LOVE
©1999 Nick Fessler
Tuning: Standard (EADGBe)
Tempo: 100
Transpose: -3 (Key of A)
Intro D -A, E - E
. D -A, E - E
. D -A, E - E
. F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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Her beauty was such that she just seemed to glow D -A, E - E
Her smile was a blessing she gladly bestowed D -A, E - E
But who would she love every man wants to know D -A, E - E
In this tragedy of love F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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His words were much more than a mere work of art D -A, E - E
As they fanned the flames of love’s scripted part D -A, E - E
And caused throats to catch their beating hearts D -A, E - E
In this tragedy of love F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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In this tragedy of love F#m, E
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of D - F#m, E - A
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove D - F#m., E - A
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above D, A
In this tragedy of love F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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Their passion grew bright and burst from within D -A, E - E
But they were both married and love could not win D -A, E - E
She sailed away and they don’t meet again D -A, E - E
In this tragedy of love F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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In this tragedy of love F#m, E
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of D - F#m, E - A
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove D - F#m., E - A
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above D, A
In this tragedy of love F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
TRAGEDY OF LOVE
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It was such a tragedy C#m, F#m
A light trapped inside…that soon must grow dim C#m, F#m
It was such a tragedy C#m, F#m
A leaf that grows dry…and blows away in the wind F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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He was now left behind a king with no queen D -A, E - E
And no words to describe this play without scenes D -A, E - E
His heart never harnessed was now caught between D -A, E - E
In this tragedy of love F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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In this tragedy of love F#m, E
There’s a vial of poison from a nightmare dreamed of D - F#m, E - A
A knife through the heart held by a blood-stained glove D - F#m., E - A
Two spirits now soar hand in hand high above D, A
In this tragedy of love F#m -D, A - E
. F#m -D, A - E
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What a tragedy ... F#m

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