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The Weeping Willow cries her tears, for all her poor leaves lost.

That drift away to explore the land, no matter what the cost.  

She weeps and weeps for many days, until her eyes begin to sing.

She doesn't want the sun's sweet rays. She wants to wallow in her suffering.

The Weeping Willow is so alone, for all her leaves have gone.

Her branches hang so depressed, she cannot not seem to move on.

Her poor little leaves all red and brown, all along the floor.

So she weeps and cries as her little ones die, til she cannot take anymore. 

The Weeping Willows leaves return, but she is sad and contrite.

Cause, all these aren't her usual leaves, these have all gone white.

She asks her love, the winter wind, to blow and to send them all away.

But no matter how veryhard it blows, the leaves are determined to stay.

Alas the sad hopeless Weeping Willow wakes, to the sun shining down  once more,

And her leaves are back so healthy and full, so much green galore.

She asks them where they have gone? Where they traveled from this place?

And how did they return re-attached through all this time and space?

The Weeping willow weeps again, but no longer from sorrow.

She knows her leaves will leave and return, as surely as tomorrow.

Now her cries have been heard, both sad, and happy.

But at least her leaves have returned to their mother... the tree.