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Sitting here in this window
looking out at my willow
see those there tall stems of grass 
along with the cat tales.
All admiring and waiting 
that warm wind is coming and the rain will fall
Willow will weep once more
I'll sit beneath her complete wisdom
the sky will change colour 
twilight time... we make our wishes in a ryhme
winds blow gently, I speak softly
dreams are clear,no blurred vision
of willow in my sight