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The Willow and the Sun
The weeping willow's essence lies
In brushy marshes since disguised
see blithely rays urge sweat from pores
converge in lattice, all abhorred,
That ball of fire I must mistrust
its craven...
In brushy marshes since disguised
see blithely rays urge sweat from pores
converge in lattice, all abhorred,
That ball of fire I must mistrust
its craven...
