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May 2014
Why don't you meet me
Under the willows by the river
Where quietude is common
And birdsong the only sound

Come watch with me
Watch the willow branches in the wind
And the sun glinting on the river
Like hammered silver

Read with me
Under the weeping trees
Away from the world
Sperate and secluded
Days of Dawn
Written by
Days of Dawn  Wherever the wind blows
(Wherever the wind blows)   
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