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Epitaph

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An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high gright tendrils
and sang:

Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.
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enemies of all memories, yet guardians of the past, the willows bend their heads towards the river, hiding their faces to make us think they aren't thinking...
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