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Under the Weeping Willow Tree
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by Patrick Miner
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Under the weeping willow tree
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I sat with her, my bride to be
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I smelled the fragrance of her skin
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And took her in my arms again.
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The sun was setting in her hair
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And in her eyes I saw me there
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Upon her lips were precious words
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It moved my heart when they were heard.
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We left that place, my hand in hers
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To take a walk along the shores
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A perfect love so soft so calm
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Two birds in flight against the dawn.
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To her I gave my love that day
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And in a very special way
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A fire's burning in my heart
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I'm one with her, we'll never part.
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