Weeping willow,
You hang your head,
So sadly you weep,
Flowers of tears,
They rain from your eyes,
The blue eyes,
That you could drown in,
At least,
I hope.
I would like to drown in your eyes,
To feel your tears,
To taste your everylastin sorrow,
Which pulls you to the ground
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