Sweetly swaying with in the breeze
Is a single lonely willow tree
Beneath the willow tree she lay
Dreaming sweet meloncolly thoughts
Lines Of sour melodies go running through her head
As she pretendsti be laying in her bed
she cries happy unloved tears
And shows a scared little smile
She sees the sad frightening smiles of her peers
quietly she whispers a quick little rhym
and just as fast the nightmares come flooding back
and she wishes there was a little bit more time
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