The cuckoo sings He coughs blood and dies My sorrows pile up I cry in the winter rain I miss your sad voice
Wonderful tanka Things of beauty tend not to last. But the memories may be forever sweet
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Wonderful tanka Things of beauty tend not to last. But the memories may be forever sweet