Night LightsApple Tree Our apple tree is gone. A wind has it. The willow too. Wind, wind white wind. Say we'll grow another just as good. Say the willow will spring up again. Say that I can lie on your heart all our lives, that the willow can spring up again, braid its limbs around the apple tree's, weep a merry fruit all night, all night white wind. Copyright (c) 1979 by Mindy Aloff |
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