Weeping willow,
falling like a waterfall,
loving arms embracing me,
allows me to peer through to see the world,
but stay inside the canopy.

Weeping willow,
falling like a waterfall,
loving arms embracing me,
allows me to peer through to see the world,
but stay inside the canopy.

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