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Under The Whistle Tree
You'll find me sitting under a whistle tree I will be waiting for you my love and all the times I sit under there my heart fades slowly more...
I wish and I wish you would come to see me my heart reaches to you,
and all you do is throw it away.
poem
by
Nelly Wilder
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