Listen to the wailing of the willows,
Listen to me crying on my pillow
Crying cause I know my love is gone from me
Living in a world of different places,
Looking at a million different faces
Yet I see a face in every face I see
Love must lack a sense of humor,
would
willows
sense
rumor
someday
replace
ready
place
token
pillow
every
faces
listen
places
million
still
again
cause
crying
wailing
breaking
living
broken
always
different
finally
goodbye
willow
humor
complain
looking
heart
memory
people
world
laughs
other
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