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It was just before the moon hung*
Her weary, heavy hating
The gallows and the graves hold
The milky, milky cradle
His tears HAVE TURNED TO poppies
A shimmer in the midnight
A flower in the twilight
A flower in the twilight

And I was screaming
It's in his screaming
I was screaming near the willow

They took him to the gallows,
He fought them all the way though
And when they asked us how we knew his name
We died just before him
Her eyes are in the flowers
Her hands are in the branches
Her voice is in the breezes

And I was screaming
It's in his screaming

The willow trees

We're waiting by the willow
Her milky, milky cradle
Her lock it's long and roasted
His picture worn and weathered
Her hair is in the garden
Her voice is in the ?
Her RULES are in the blossoms
Her eyes are in the branches

And I was screaming
It's in THIS screaming
Our screaming near
The willow trees

I was screaming
It's in his screaming
I was screaming near
The willow trees

It was just before the moon hung*
Her weary, heavy hating
The gallows and the graves hold