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Under the Weeping Willow Tree by Patrick Miner

Under the weeping willow tree I sat with her, my bride to be I smelled the fragrance of her skin And took her in my arms again.

The sun was setting in her hair And in her eyes I saw me there Upon her lips were precious words It moved my heart when they were heard.

We left that place, my hand in hers To take a walk along the shores A perfect love so soft so calm Two birds in flight against the dawn.

To her I gave my love that day And in a very special way A fire's burning in my heart I'm one with her, we'll never part.