Henry wher’d you go, I
thought I heard your
whisper
in that willow, my
eyes blind to you
in mind, yet
my heart
sees you move
across the floor your
gait, your groove
oh how I know
your pace, that face
so out of place in
this world we know
brother why’d you go and
leave me here, alone
if I could have you
back again, I’d sell myself
my life, my limb just
to feel your gaze and then
we’d be us
and you would see, the
whys of why
you couldn't leave
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