willow tree
Underneath the willow tree A sirens song sets me free Happiness beneath the leaves And when I return home, I whisper the sirens song A smile breas through Am I wrong I've been gone too long Everything has changed Social media takes over our minds The hate of the world To big to hide I set down my phone and walk away Underneath that willow tree The sirens song sets me free Happiness beneath its leaves.
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