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Dec 2016
Don't fret over the dross my boy,
Its been there an age.
Cluttered boxes filled with spare time,
yet none of it brought anymore time than was wasted.
all the things that keep the dark at bay,
And the mind quite and safe
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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   --- and its gonna make sense
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