"The weeping tree"

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She crys, and crys from many eyes

Nobody can stop the great cry

They try to calm her,

Dry away her tears

But they never stop the great cry

Eyes all so fogged blue

They mimic the clouds dark hue

Clouds raining down on you

Tears crying but without you

Like the leaves falling on a nice day

The weeping cry in a bright may

I stand looking away

You leave me in dismay

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