sitting by my willow tree
i am feeling very lonely
who will come to save me?
who will carry me to safety?
sitting by my fish pond
i am feeling so down
who will be my clown?
who will wipe away my frown?
sitting on my old porch
i am feeling less than posh
who will bring me some Scotch?
who will help me light my torch?
sitting on my armchair
i am beginning not to care
about things that were unfair
about things that made me unaware
about things i laid to bare
about things i hid in my lair
sitting on my bed
i have no more tears to shed
who will remember the things i said?
who will remember me when i am dead?
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