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The weeping willow

When the sun slowly fails
and the day goes to sleep
I think about the willow tree
and how she quietly weeps

Without a sound or tear
alone with no-one near
she cries for all our sorrow
of yesterday and tomorrow

For all our pain unseen
for all that could have been
the weeping willow cries
as the day slowly dies