weeping willows weeping away
rain drops falling tears on display
no more sorrows no more pain
past has gone and left again
sun is shining happiness again
the past was crazy i am sane again
the weeping willows wont weep again
i am now at peace no more hurting
my life has healed it self again
the first anniversary never came
a marriage over it wont happen again
the weeping willows wont weep again
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Brett Kristian
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