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A weeping willow tree
set its roots. No wind could blow it down. The lightning struck. The wood groaned and cracked. The tree fell to the ground. Though fallen, life remained in its branches. One was cut and planted in the ground. A weeping willow tree sets its roots again. No wind will blow it down.
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