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     Behold
    a willow's startling
scene,  
One thousand fingers in the wind,  
Bend, bend, bending,  
    The stature of the stem,  
Contained within a phantom wing  
    It demonstrates momentum
    
     Stretch out and up to touch the sky  
 And grant me
immortality;  
 Look down and hold
me to the ground  
 That I might keep
reality.
      
     
    Behold
    a willow's delicate appearance,  
Mad whistling wind cannot defy,  
Bend, bend, bending,  
    The ages such avow,  
To linger with the best of them  
    Its beauty so endowed?
    
     Stretch out and up to touch the sky,  
 Betray my blinding
heart,  
 That I might have
the strength to be  
 Remembering to
depart. 
    
    
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