| Whom would your cries, with artful calumny |
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| Oh, lotus-leaf! I dreamt that the wide earth |
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| Hokku |
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| Lament on the Mutability of all Earthly Things |
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| Weary perhaps of dolorous love |
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| Is it hard fare, or is it love |
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| Old Age is not a friend I wish to meet |
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| A Sabre! what has such to do |
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| Poison-fish soup last night, yet lo! |
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| To ice all crimson red has frozen |
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