The wandering willow tree
Stands in a spring shower
Sanctified by the tears of holy water
She walks toward a church
Without walls
Filled with people
It's ceiling the sky
The sun rises on this gathering
It's rays are on the willow tree
The children are in the branches
On her shoulder's swing the future
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
The wandering willow tree
Stands in a spring shower
Sanctified by the tears of holy water
She walks toward a church
Without walls
Filled with people
It's ceiling the sky
The sun rises on this gathering
It's rays are on the willow tree
The children are in the branches
On her shoulder's swing the future
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