Tuesday, October 8, 2013

In Memories Of Far Days Comments

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In memories of far days I can hear the summer cuckoo's call.
There the beloved trees would never wear the cloak of snow.
There in the far days in the pine's shade I could hear the blessed of all
My childhood, is brought to life again from long ago.
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