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once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong of joy illimited; An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. 문득 머리 위 앙상...

riders coming hard And he heard their mournful cry ​ Yippie-yi-o Yippie-yi-yay Ghost riders in the sky ​ Their faces gaunt Their eyes were blurred Their shirts all soaked with sweat He's riding hard to catch that herd But he ain't caught...

to many. As time passed, its thick branches withered, its bark peeled away, its trunk bent with age, and on its gaunt limbs no fruit could be found. Now people may say, “It is useless.” Yet the life of an old tree does not end there...

In Buddhism, there is a ghost called a demon. It is a ghost that fell on the abyss due to greed, but its body is gaunt and emaciated. The stomach is incredibly big, and the throat is like the eye of a needle, so I can't actually eat...