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Mar 2015
Shes gone,
Shes gone,
Lay dead in my arms,
And tears did streak my face.
Shes lost,
She lost,
All that is left are ghostly thoughts,
Akin to the fading winters breeze,
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
I said goodnight as leaves fell from the tree,
Someday,
Someday,
I will pass and blow with the autumn leaves.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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