A Remembrance of Willow's

When last I held your trembling hand

When last I knew your name

We sat beside a windowsill

Listening to the rain

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Listening to the rain alone

Awake but lost in thought

I wonder where you’ve wandered off --

Might I be just as lost?

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When last you held my trembling hand

When last I knew my name

I lay beneath a willow tree

Weeping through our pain

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When last I could recall your name

When last I knew your face

You brought me flowers, I recall

They withered in the vase

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I give this world all that remains

Indeed, I welcome death

I know not what I have become

But you were my last breath

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