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"Why so sad, my love?" said the Willow to the Pine
"Are you longing for the Spring, my love? For Children yours and mine,
Or is it just the wind, blowing cold, to cry to the storm.
Or is that I'm close to you, close to you, but what can I do?" ".. and when
the Summers gone, I hope you will remember me weeping here for you"
"Why so sad, my love?" said the Willow to the Pine
"The Autumn surely comes again, my love, as all things do, dancing with Time
... and is it that I'm old, dying too, and the seasons ebb and flow,
or is just the Sun, sinking still, down in deep shadow" "... and when the
Winters gone, I hope you will remember me weeping here for you" |
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