That`s the cuckoo, you say. I cannot hear it. When last I heard it I cannot recall; but I know Too well the year when first I failed to hear it - It was drowned by my man groaning out to his sheep `Ho! Ho!` Ten times with an angry voice he shouted `Ho! Ho!` but not in anger, for that was his way. He died that Summer, and that is how I remember The cuckoo calling, the children listening, and me saying `Nay`. And now, as you said, `There it is`, I was hearing Not the cuckoo at all, but my man`s `Ho! Ho!` instead. And I think that even if I could lose my deafness The cuckoo`s note would be drowned by the voice of my dead.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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