Last Dance - Tanka

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Birds sing so early

invisible to the eye

Joyful tree of sound

Dancing leaves in summers breeze

still twirling as they descend

B̶̧̧̼̤̮͝r̵̨̬͈̠̅̇̋̂o̷̞͋̌̊̀ḱ̷̡̖̺̈́̀ē̷̝͍̰̪̺̆n̸̢̜̲͕͎̾̚

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