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Kuruntokai 325

When he said,
" I'll go! I'll go! "
I thought he was playing
at going, as usual,
and said,
" Go then,
leave me alone! "

Where is he now,
protective as a father,
O where?

The place between my breasts
is filled with tears,

a pool where
black-legged white heron
feed on fish.
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