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Mar 2015
~                        To many hours
                            In a single life
            Minutes seconds and years fly by
               What was here is gone today
         Now only the memory inside will stay
              We make our circles in the sand
         What has gone will come round again
          So keep the pace and work the days
                          And all that is lost
                       Will be found some day
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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