The Willow
The willow sways
from side to side,
weeping for
the days gone by.
Lonliness
grows in her leaves,
but no one knows
of her true needs.
She doth speak,
but no one hears...
oh how her branches
cry out her fears
from side to side,
weeping for
the days gone by.
Lonliness
grows in her leaves,
but no one knows
of her true needs.
She doth speak,
but no one hears...
oh how her branches
cry out her fears
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