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There is this lake of a blue so strange
And northern pine trees of unreal green
There is a bird of prey high in the sky and the Sun
And there is a sweet and familiar smell all around
There is a soft and conforting whisper of a wind
And it is to me as if it could sing as if all of this was but a dream
There is a feeling of happiness rising in every tear I shed
And none is lost in that place where I can always find you
When you're not there...
RS
June Christy - Willow Weep For Me - Sings the Standards

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