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The willow tree.
Meet me by the willow tree,
In which we carved our names.
I hide inside it's hanging leaves,
Escape inside it's ways.
Meet me by the willow tree,
It's hanging branches sorrow.
I'd like to ask to run away,
We'll be gone by tomorrow.
Meet me by the willow tree,
Under the pale blue moon.
I stay there at nights,
and during the day,
And sometimes I pray, I see you.
Meet me by the willow tree,
Don't look me in the face.
I know it can be hard to see,
A lover,
passed away.
© Tobias Winters.
In which we carved our names.
I hide inside it's hanging leaves,
Escape inside it's ways.
Meet me by the willow tree,
It's hanging branches sorrow.
I'd like to ask to run away,
We'll be gone by tomorrow.
Meet me by the willow tree,
Under the pale blue moon.
I stay there at nights,
and during the day,
And sometimes I pray, I see you.
Meet me by the willow tree,
Don't look me in the face.
I know it can be hard to see,
A lover,
passed away.
© Tobias Winters.
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