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G a eli c f ol k s o n g
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THE SEAGULL
All daylong o’erthe oceanIfly,
My white wings beatingfastthroughthesky,
I huntfishesall downthe bay
Andride onrocking billowsin play.
All nightlongin myrock ho meIrest,
Awayuponacliffis mynest,
The waves mur mur, mur mur below,
And windsfreshfromtheseao’er meblow.
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L e a pi n g fl yi n g fis h!
Dancingfor meand myboat
asIsailfor ho me.
Ohara Koson,
translated by Sylvia Cassedy and Kunihiro Suetake
MAY
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