The willow trees shiver,
Naked before the morning shower
Sky wears a grey suit
On its lonely commute,
Thoughts are dark clouds,
frowning Weighing heavy

The willow trees shiver,
Naked before the morning shower
Sky wears a grey suit
On its lonely commute,
Thoughts are dark clouds,
frowning Weighing heavy
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