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Feb 2013
End of the line, we had a good time, we danced we sung we sent our love to everyone, even though we are old and gray we still have memory's of summer days, and tears seep now echoing the fear, of last days of sweetness gone away buried before we layed, getting old seems rather cold what was given is taken away.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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