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Thu 10/04/12 09:50 AM
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When the Poplar tree bends in the wind
I think of you As Autumn leaves fall Ten cycles to the ground I think of you The chill in the air On the Ozark hillside Tells me You didn't mean to You didn't mean to die On a windy day The day will come When I won't think of you But my heart will beat its last And the wind will never blow again |
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This read like the weeping, aching willow.
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When the Poplar tree bends in the wind I think of you As Autumn leaves fall Ten cycles to the ground I think of you The chill in the air On the Ozark hillside Tells me You didn't mean to You didn't mean to die On a windy day The day will come When I won't think of you But my heart will beat its last And the wind will never blow again Eternal love...this is beyond beautiful |
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You sure put down some of my feelings to a "T". Very well done.
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"The wind blows where it will and you do not know where it comes from"
a tender writing, helpless emotion. |
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Thank you.
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Thank you.
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'like'
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