willow tree

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The star shine is bright, blinding sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow so she has to squint. The contrast of light against the  total black of the night sky is nearly unbearable.  
The swaying of The  Willow Tree's  leaves is like the swaying  of a little  girl doing an elegant  dance    And as its long beautiful  hair grows  down to the ground I 
Follow me down to the willow trees,where we can sing and dance along with the bees;With our youthful hands in the air, set your spirit free.
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