Willow Tree
Whenever I see
The wind blow through
A willow tree’s branches
It is warm July
I am lying under that tree
With the only person I care about
Lost in that feeling of love
But that is not my story
My story is lying in bed in complete darkness
Tears flowing like a summer rain
Wishing I was back
Under that willow tree
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