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You steal other people’s works ur a traitor

Oh, honey... Please enlighten me whose work am I stealing.

wistful whispers of a weeping willow

they say that if you listen close

to the tree of a weeping willow

as the branches knock in the wind

and the leaves as the breeze gently billows

that you’ll hear the wistful whispers

of the spirit of the weeping willow

as she cries and murmurs and tells

of the hearts she’s seen broken before her willow

she weeps for her lover, a lover long lost

of the lover’s embraces and gentle kisses

and of how she yearns for a lost future

with her lost Willow—whom she so dearly misses