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Feb 2015
Back go back,
To where the light was bright.
Back and back,
Where i first met the world.
Here it was here,
The magic was found,
Time in time,
The illusions died.
Mourn i mourn,
For the brilliance lost.
Lost I'm lost,
But may be found.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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