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The Lonely Willow
Willow’s over the river
A tear quietly drops
She is too tired to shiver,
Wasn’t born in a copse.
No one is around her
No one to embrace…
Only the wind has found her.
Is she in such disgrace?
How hard it is for the willow
To stay here all alone,
Looking at the swallow,
Which all the trees know.
She has no one to talk with,
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Thursday 20th June 2013 9:58 pm
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