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[LeMarq]

Mourning willow, wooden braid 

That has no husband by your side 

Every night I hear you cry 

When the frosty winds pass by 

 

Your weak and slender branches hang

Down to the ground, where you began

To grow out of a tiny seed

Into a steady hanging tree

 

Weeping willow, your time is due 

Like of the people hanged on you 

Crooked people have it been 

As crooked as now you are seen 

 

Accept your fate and find your peace

Put your ancient soul at ease

There's no more time that you've got

Things might change - but  you will not.

 

Tortured willow, you‘ll be free

Make space for a new young tree 

On which no people yet have hung

And that only for your death will weep