Willow
holding you for the last time
the scent is strong
then you are gone
the years were good
but, this day,
it is not so long
holding you for the last time
our lives flashing by
the years in which we grew
it is strange,
tonight i really felt you
the scent is strong
i miss that on my pillow
now we can grow like the trees
and weep like a willow
it does not feel that good
i am so tired, but we let go
and i weep like a willow
your scent is so strong
and i miss that on my pillow
James Garratt – Friday 28th April 2000
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Willow – Written Friday 28th April 2000 (Aged 25)
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