The Weeping WillowBy the river bank she sits,Alone and quiet,Gently the willow weeps,Diffferent from the others,Shunned by the oak, elm and even the pine,She sings sweetly, a lonely ballad,A haunting voice that speakes of age,Ever so gently does the breeze brush her branches,As the Queen sits upon her thrown,Quietly the willow weeps.
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