Whispering willow,
Please lend me your weeping branch,
So that I may cling to you,
Head on my pillow,
Falling in the avalanche,
Me, pretending we're not through.
Whispering willow,
Lead to the family ranch,
Please lend me all your tissue,
Oh, no more tip-toe,
My sad drought needs to be quenched,
Me, pretending we're not through.
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