In the Willow

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Dont ask me ,,..,..,..
Why Im lonely, cold and grey..,
Foul of remeberence an hatered
I go my darkest, risty way,.
To get the Hope for really waitterede

To spend the lonely cryaesnes
With in the deepest Soul of Sorrow
I will find more an more ther less
With in the deepest Wood of horrow.

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