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
Planet of the Blind 