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Cry, Cry, My Weeping Willow Tree

You Sing Me a Song That Soothes Thee...

I Sit Under Your Loving Arms

I Feel The Pain You Weep

I Close My Eyes, And Cover My Ears

So I May Hide From The Sadness.

The Weeping of Your Withering Voice--

It Fades...

Cry, Cry, My Weeping Willow Tree,

Why Are You Sad?

No Need To Cry For Thee.

Don't Die On Me,

I'm Only Here--

Just Different,

Just Changed Like A Butterfly Out Of A Coocoon.

I Still Love Thee,

Just Not Sure What We're Going Through...

So Sing The Song Of Happiness,

No Sadness,

No Tears.

I'm Here,

Just Different, Not Dead...

Thus For My Willow Tree,

I Say Again Softly,

"To Thee, My Willow Tree~ I Love You Always, So Please Don't Worry

Don't Go,

Just Stay With Me.

I Shall Grow Old With Thee,

Just Keep On Living...Forever Isn't Always,

But You Are My Willow Tree"