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The branches of the Willow
Where she had swung by her knees
Dreaming as a child
Of magical shores and seas
Wishing prince Charming
Would sweep her off her feet
As she hung from the branches
Of that old willow Tree

Someday she hoped
She could fly away free
And shed the demons and nightmares
She would daily see
Hoping her fairytale ending
Would come to be
As she sat beneath the branches
Of that old willow Tree

Tortured and Abandoned
By her soul and her dreams
Knowing that he loved her,
Yet unable to see
That love was all she needed
To force her nightmares to cease
She wept and she trembled
Under that old willow Tree

Holding her close
He knew she would leave
She had lost the fight
Causing her broken soul to bleed
He begged her to stay
At his side, but see-
Instead she died beneath the branches
Of that old willow Tree.