Weeping willow, tall and strong
Weeping willow, leaning over
Weeping willow, I hear you cry
Weeping willow, why are you crying?
The wind blows strong,
You sing your pleading song
You cry and moan,
Voicing pain I never could
Rain falls to the ground,
But we shed no tears
Weeping willow, leaning over
Weeping willow, bent in pain
Weeping willow, why are you crying?
Weeping willow, are you crying for me?
My heart is breaking,
Your branches are creaking
The wind is loud,
But my cry is silent
Branches reaching to the ground,
Limbs never to feel it again
Weeping willow, bent in pain
Weeping willow, silent watcher
Weeping willow, are you crying for me?
Weeping willow, my pain is gone
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Writing Poetry is for Losers
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