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    Willows Of The Past

    The Dark Past, it still haunts you
    You took off your mask
    Only to feel the winds of old,
    blistering your face
    They still blow, cold as ice
    Stuck in the willows
    They're leaves have fallen to the ground
    Come out of the gloom
    Gone,are your days of youth
    What remains on your skin
    are the stains of those awful memories
    A Black Crow hovers,
    reminiscent of those dark years
    Your tears are too dry to even cry
    Come out of the gloom
    Experience the month of June
    That place where the trees are evergreen
    They never cease to bloom
    It's now safe to leave the Willows Of your Past