I was born next to a Bodhi,
I was raised next to an Oak,
Just a little sapling with a large amount of hope.
I grew next to some roses,
And I watched a man grow old,
But when this man passed away the house he had was sold.
I saw a child growing,
She was a seedling growing strong,
She used to play underneath my shade, but it didn't last too long.
I knew my time was coming,
And people filled the streets,
They cut me down, right from the core-
And that's why willows weep.
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