Oh I know the cemetery willow…

Oh I know the cemetery willow
Kind regards friend

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As a young man
I collected watches

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The pocket kind
With photos inside

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Sweet upright strangers
Long dead

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Willow shakes her hair

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Willow shakes her hair
The radio comes on as if by magic

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My step son fears spiders so I wonder what ancient village he comes from

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Don’t be sentimental
But sing each morning

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Great grandfather
His wife sobbing behind a tree

He was a wheelwright
He made coffins for children

Rain this morning
I walk among apple trees

I want to kneel down