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This, too, Must Be
O Weeping willow, cry for me-
The time has come that I must leave.
Please gather for my family-
Sweet memories, sweet memories.
‘Tis hard to leave them all behind,
But I have faith they will be fine.
Within each heart, my love will shine-
‘Til end of time, ‘til end of time.
They shall not see me suffer so-
For as the days much shorter grow
I'll climb up to the peak of snow-
And let life go, and let life go.
When Spring shall once again come by,
They soon will find wherein I lie,
And know I was at peace to die-
No more to cry, no more to cry.
A little while, they'll bury me
Beneath your branches, Willow tree-
Where ‘til the judgment, I shall sleep-
Most peacefully, most peacefully.
One day I hope they understand
Why death has come by my own hand.
Such longing for the Promised Land-
Lord, take my hand, Lord, take my hand.
Copyright © by Michelle.
5/1/07
Style: Monotetra
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