weeping willow
your beauty is sad
the sun smiles at you
but you won´t lift your head
i know that makes your beauty
everybody loves to see you cry
we like stories and pictures
that bring tears to our eyes
in a strange way yet poverty
becomes a romantic view
we fall in love to get hurt and hurt
that´s the way people do
maybe you´re happy
with the way you are planned
must i weep like a willow
so that i understand?

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