The willow, it\'s a tree, that\'s so tall
But her tears, they fall, like water to the ground of all
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The weeping, it\'s a sound, so sad
And her pain, it\'s a feeling, that she can\'t hide
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The misery, it\'s so strong, so deep
But the crying, it\'s a release, that she must keep
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The help, it\'s so vital, to her story
For the pain, it\'s a burden, that she must carry.