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Jan 2011
the light i saw from the corner of my eye,
many years gone from now,
a flicker fading into the depths of memory,
it could have been a face i saw in the window,
in the third place, above the looking glass,
where the moon lights the dark,
deep in my head
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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