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"Oh no! You didn't, you didn't!" cried the old man. "Oh yes, I did! That bird will never sing again." The sparrow's song is heard, distant, beautiful. The old woman staggers back, holding her hands to her ears. The old man hurries to the door. narrator: "No, no," cried the old woman. "I don't believe it. I won t listen!" "I believe it!" cried the old man. "It is my Suzume-San! She is calling me to hear! I'm coming, Suzume-San, I'm coming!" He hurries out right, leaving the old woman cowering in the corner. His pace slows as he crosses the yard, moves down to face front, hobbling slowly. The old woman sinks out of sight; the scene begins to change. |
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