One day my brain was flooded with thoughts,
So I sat by the old Willow tree,
I rambled and rambled for hours,
And it whispered back to me

After a few days, the Willow was cut down,
And all my secrets were set free,
So the next time you're outside,
Pay attention to the wind,
And you'll hear my conversations with the old Willow tree

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