The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
Natsume Soseki
The winds that blow Ask them, which leaf of the tree Will be the next to go.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
The winds that blow Ask them, which leaf of the tree Will be the next to go.
The winds that blow
Ask them, which leaf of the tree
Will be the next to go.
Eyebrows are made to be raised.
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