The Weeping

I'll meet you above the weeping willows,

 

just as the sun sinks into purple velvet,

 

and the fireflies fade with friendly hellos.

 

 

I'll meet you above the weeping willows,

 

where the stars come out to gaze upon,

 

your beauty.

 

Just as I have. 

 

 

I'll meet you above the weeping willows,

 

where the soft summer breezes,

 

tickle us with kisses of life. 

 

 

I'll meet you above the weeping willows,

 

when my life is no more,

 

waiting...

 

for you my love. 

 

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