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May 2015
Goodnight love
The stars are high
In the moonlit sky
The wind brushing branches just outside
Let your eyes grow heavy
Let your mind relax
Do not cry its not the end
When you wake tomorrow
It begins again
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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