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True love
There once was a tale long ago,
of friendship and love so pure.
Between the willow tree, the moon and the sun.
Until the fateful day that the moon and the willow fell in love.
On that day friend became foe.
Whilst affection became love...
And jealousy became hatred,
And then a curse that banished the moon to the night sky to separate them.
And ... When true love seemed lost.
The willow tree weapt so much that a lake of love was formed...
On the day that the surface of the lake grew so large, the willow finally noticed the silent cries of the moon upon the reflection of the lake.
And finally in that moment the willow extended it's branches to touch the surface of the lake, so that it once again can be close to it's love once again.
of friendship and love so pure.
Between the willow tree, the moon and the sun.
Until the fateful day that the moon and the willow fell in love.
On that day friend became foe.
Whilst affection became love...
And jealousy became hatred,
And then a curse that banished the moon to the night sky to separate them.
And ... When true love seemed lost.
The willow tree weapt so much that a lake of love was formed...
On the day that the surface of the lake grew so large, the willow finally noticed the silent cries of the moon upon the reflection of the lake.
And finally in that moment the willow extended it's branches to touch the surface of the lake, so that it once again can be close to it's love once again.
