| In Mourning for the Summer |
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| Today's Ferns |
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| Night |
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| Teika, a No Play |
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| Kiss toward the Absolute |
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| On first-paddy maidens deep in the hills, blossoms have opened! |
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| Sharks |
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| One paddy ceases croaking for a while |
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| Out for a morning meal a little crow, drenched with dew |
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| Night's Invitation |
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