I felt the touch of many years willow
the down of the pillow was white, not yellow
and the windchimes were memories
odd mellow, odd mellow
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I felt the touch of eleven September
when you were splendor and I was your fellow
and time was a charter member
odd mellow, odd mellow
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I felt the touch of the winged swallow
with your breath between earth's fallows
the down of the pillow was white, not yellow
odd mellow, odd mellow
