by the willow tree,
meeting me there at midnight
spin a spell and
tell me what you see behind the veil
conjure bewitchment
and pull me asunder, to never return
from your love and sorrow
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by the willow tree,
meeting me there at midnight
spin a spell and
tell me what you see behind the veil
conjure bewitchment
and pull me asunder, to never return
from your love and sorrow
There was an ordinary day,
on that day, I met a beautiful willow tree
with eyes of many colours.
With her hand in another’s,
I looked upon that willow tree with doleful love
that could never come to be
A golden-haired willow tree,
haunting my memories with her beauty and grace;
a ghost of a love unfulfilled.