Sting - Can she excuse my wrongs

^DmCan she excu^Fse my wrongs with V^Cirtu^Dme's cl^Aoak? ^AmShall ^DmI ca^Gmll h^Cer go^Fod, w^Bbhen sh^Gme pro^Asusves u^Ankin^Dd? ^DmAre those cl^Fear fires which van^Cish ^Dminto s^Amoke? ^AmMust I^Dm pra^Gmise ^Cthe l^Feaves, w^Bbhere n^Gmo fru^Asusit I ^Afind^D?

^DmNo, no: whe^Fre shadows do for^C bodi^Dmes sta^And ^AmThou m^Dmay's^Gmt be^C abus^F'd, ^Bbif thy^Gm sigh^Asust be ^Adim.^{D Dm}Cold love is^F like to words writ^Cten ^Dmon san^Ad ^AmOr to ^Dmbubb^Gmles ^Cwhic^Fh, ^Bbon the^Gm wate^Asusr swi^Am. ^D

^FWilt thou be thus abused still ^GSeeing that she will right thee never? ^AIf thou canst not o'ercome her will ^DThy love will be thus fruitles^Gs ^Dever.

^DmWas I so bas^Fe, that I mig^Cht n^Dmot asp^Aire ^AmUnto t^Dmhose^Gm hig^Ch joy^Fs, wh^Bbich sh^Gme hol^Asusds fr^Aom m^De? ^DmAs they are ^Fhigh, so high ^Cis m^Dmy desi^Are: ^AmIf s^Dmhe t^Gmhis ^Cden^Fy, w^Bbhat ca^Gmn gra^Asusnted ^Abe? ^D

^DmIf she will ^Fyield to that whi^Cch R^Dmeason ^Ais, ^AmIt is ^DmReas^Gmon's ^Cwil^Fl, t^Bbhat Lo^Gmve sh^Asusould ^Abe j^Dust, ^DmDear, make m^Fe happy still by gr^Canti^Dmng thi^As, ^AmOr c^Dmut o^Gmff d^Cela^Fys, i^Bbf that^Gm I di^Asuse mus^At. ^D

^FBetter a thousand times to die, ^GThan for to live thus still tormented: ^ADear, but remember it was I ^DWho for thy sake did die conte^Gnt^Ded.

^FBetter a thousand times to die, ^GThan for to live thus still tormented: ^ADear, but remember it was I ^DWho for thy sake did die conte^Gnt^Ded...