when the biggest day arrives let your hand grow high and let your aspiration grow under the willow of our tree. she is under the sun which makes her weep her branches were low enough to reach and if you can hold her hand as she cries the day would go by. but whence she knew that day was through she would lift the dirt off her skirt and wait for that day to go by. what is new in Heaven she says is the way we held our hands under the weeping willow that fell asleep. and as awakened the tree was walking with her daughter the tree of knowledge as the rain had followed the two to a new Heaven whence it would start again without origin.
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