| Weeping willow in the yard
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| Rooted deep, he felt so far
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| From his love across the garden
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| There were apples falling from her arms
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| Rosy greens, not big by all
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| The silent willow stood in awe, oh oh
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| Her beauty reigned through summer days
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| Lent in nights, Cambridge haze
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| The winter willing, he felt her glow, glow, glow
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| Struck by a warmth he’d never known
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| He waited long for the wind to come
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| Tired arms from reaching towards the sun
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| He stretched his arms and so did she
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| Longing for a breeze that would never leave, oh
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| He was jealous of that fern up on the wall
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| On the shadows of his lovers arms, willow
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| He fought to grow, grow, grow
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| He sought the love he’d never known
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| Now, he waited long for the rain to fall
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| Tired arms from reaching towards the sun
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| He stretched his roots and so did she
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| Longing for the day they’d finally meet
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| Oh, they were longing for the day their love could be, oh |