I'm a weeping willow beside the lake
But an asperous oak is what you need
Arching shelter for you, about to break
When you need rest, you no longer seek me
Her branches have grown to hold you up high
My hope has mysteriously wilted
She's grown taller again and I know why
The balance of your life has been tilted
Captivated by the fresh new branches
Which extend out to you like open arms
Unaware of how the willow dances
You lean into her cragged, wooden charms
I told a sympathetic wind today
After leaves fall down, they all turn to grey
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