When i was one and twenty
No one talk to me
Tanka
The VIRGIN FORES
The virgin forest
Vanished a minute but,
It takes hundred years to grow
Because of foolish people
Oh what a pitiful trees
WHEN COMES SORROW
When comes sorrow
My parent is always here
To stay with me
Through joy and happiness
They always make me feel it
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