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In a dreadful night where the moon was shining bright, a mysterious maiden came running through. Her face terrified, for she was to become today a lovely bride, but her love had just died. Deep in a forest, she was weeping in the dead of night, under the soft moonlight.   But when morning came, she was already gone and nothing was left of the girl, except a beautiful willow tree in her name.
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
The Weeping Willow
In a dreadful night where the moon was shining bright, a mysterious maiden came running through. Her face terrified, for she was to become today a lovely bride, but her love had just died. Deep in a forest, she was weeping in the dead of night, under the soft moonlight.   But when morning came, she was already gone and nothing was left of the girl, except a beautiful willow tree in her name.
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Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 9:52 AM UTC
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