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Makani is the oak and I am the willow
his strong arms reach heavenwards
I bend and sway gently in the breeze
Makani is the oak and I am the willow
you think I weep but it is the overflowing of the abundance of my joy
you think he is immovable but in the night his branches reach out for mine
Makani is the oak and I am the willow
two completely different trees we are
yet joined, inseparably, nonetheless
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