Woody, so long, bare
Cuckoo!
Up and woody, I know where
Two ones fall.
Yet I and him are all
His phantasy.
Cuckoo!
I too,
here,
I sing merry as can be
I who dare,
Great and careless love, I laugh at care,
And since
You're gone
Cuckoo!
In woods grow weary,
In scented woods, drowsy, call
Cuckoo!
Woody, so long, bare
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