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.
