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"Neath The Willow. By Chivalry. |
| 'Neath the shade of the weeping willow, he
watches the setting sun, looking back to the days of yesteryear and all that
time had done.
From the time he was a wee little lad, running barefoot in the sun kissed sand, to a later time when love was new and he walked with her hand in hand. The children, now grown, that filled their house with a love beyond spoken word, he remembers the laughter the sighs and the tears with each passing day that he heard. Now the visions move on to a mournful time when the wife that he loved so dear, was laid to rest on a sorrowful day where the rains matched him tear for tear. But there will come a day when love reunites and hearts will be joined anew, a time of joyous reunion, a celebration of life witnessed by all within its view. Till that day finally comes, 'neath the willow, he'll be watching memories with the setting of the sun.
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