There�s an old willow
Grand and stately sitting by the creek
With a roughly cut heart carved into its bark.
There�s an old woman
Living in a stuffy cottage in the country
With tears in her eyes from a memory.
There�s an old tombstone
Covered in lichen and wearing away with time
With the name of a man inscribed on the front.
There�s an old scratch
Inside the heart on the willow by the creek
With the name of the woman and the name of the man.
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