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I am a weeping willow; I do not weep tears of sadness, but tears of joy. My long tendrils hang, cover my naked body, protect me from the elements and outside forces. I stand here and weep– weep for no other reason than for the simple reason that I can. I will shed tears of sadness– tears in all...