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Rh As the stream that flows never returns, And as the wind that blows is never seen, My wife, of this world, has left me, Gone I know not whither! So here, on the sleeves of these clothes She used to have me wear, I sleep now all alone!

Cranes call flying to the reedy shore; How desolate I remain As I sleep alone! Tajihi (Eighth Century) • •

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