“The weeping willow”

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.