By the [G]shooting range At the [F]door of the plain A [C]poet lies in the g[G]round His [G]family is there and for [F]years they have stared At the [C]wooden box sur[G]round Per[G]haps he stood there And with ph[F]rases had cared To have [C]captured the views he [G]found If you're [G]crossing the line An [F]angel you'll find [C]Deep in the...