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The willow weeps for days on end
Cowers low, as leaves descend,
And the brook by willow's bow
curves and creeps a river now
Come and drown her weary ways.

There's no healing in sunlight,
shining down, but all in spite
For some will burn, while others gaze
pretend to see, yet blind and dazed

Come to darken all our days.
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