| Down by the water, under the willow
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| Sits a lone ranger, minding the willow
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| He and his wife, once lived happily
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| Planted a seed, that grew through the reeds
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| Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers
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| Sat by the water close to the embers
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| Missing out the lives that they once had before
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| I wouldn’t leave you
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| I would hold you
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| When the last day comes
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| What if you need me
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| Won’t you hold me
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| On the last day
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| Our last day
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| Mr and Mrs, dreamed of a willow
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| Carving their names, into their willow
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| If he had spoken, love would return
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| Spoken inside, too soft to be heard
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| Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers
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| Sat by the water, remembering embers
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| Missing out the lives that they once had before
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| Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh…
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| Somewhere the timing will all come together
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| The mishaps will turn into sunny Decembers
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| The lovers will be able to find their willow
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| Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh… |