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Willow Woeful willow swaying in wisps of wind, leaves withered from sere. Autumn air ado Loden fronds mutate in sunsets of aurum, surrends to summer's last ray. Sleep softly willow Embrace winter's blast, leafless, naked, erect. Spring will rescue SLumbering willow |
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