green is her living heart -
green is the grass her bed -
green is the weeping willow
standing slender with its
leaning to the lily pond - her
sundial buried - such a
hard act to follow, all she
said I do not have - all we
did was part - all the
precious days been
were borrowed,
and my sorrow evergreen
stains my living heart
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