| Utsusemi |
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| Myself with a Glory Hole |
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| Today's moon — if there were another |
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| I hug myself and again it's hard to breathe |
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| ?'I don't want to take a beautiful bud,' said the god |
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| ?'I must go now, goodbye,' said the god of night |
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| Fording a stream I stop |
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| From the porch, in various ways |
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| I try to call him back |
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| In the heat haze a fox |
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