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May 2015
That day was bitter cold
As the light fled the sky
The wind left streaks in earth
A depth of silence
So deep
You could hear love die
And the silent tears of the heart
Autumns passing bittersweet
And the gentle dreams of dying things
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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