  In woods so long time bare. Cuckoo! Up and in the wood, I know not where Two notes fall. Yet I do not envy him at all His phantasy. Cuckoo! I too, Somewhere, I have sung as merrily as he Who can dare, Small and careless lover, so to laugh at care, And who Can call Cuckoo! In woods of winter weary, In scented woods, of winter weary, call Cuckoo! In woods so long time bare. |
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