The Song Of The Willow Tree
Joseph Mayo Wristen
And I will take you down to where the streams of our Mother will whisper your names and the birds of song will never let man forget your sacrifice. Where the breath of the wind will touch your children’s face and the Sun will warm their hearts with joy of thankfulness knowning how our world would be if not for your sacrifce.
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