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The wispy weeping willow drops it's locks on me
As I look for a door a wonderwind picks up and shakes my tree
A twisted arm breaks off and stops my kitty cat from breathing
Life has passed as still the leaves sway with the gentle breeze
A new dawn comes with snow the branches look quite heavy
We saw the wood to bring the heat to cold and weary bones
I weep for change is where my willow will be found abundant
A seed is planted for the ones that will come after me today
The mighty mite may move more of a memory of a tree
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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