The Weeping Hour

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In the final hour of the day,

Is when everyone stays away.

They lay on their pillows,

And stay away from the weeping willow.


A girl so pure and new in the town went wandering by,

And she disappeared before she had time to cry.

She was missing for quite a few days,

Until people figured out the willow is where she lays.

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