| Even years ago / I thought of her |
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| Sleet rattles on the leaves |
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| As evening comes / the sea wind blows cold |
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| So cold the night |
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| As the warrior reaches up |
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| This world — / call it an image |
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| The Bamboo frond |
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| Though a time come |
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| Bitter sight — / I watch and my tears |
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| Too much / at one time |
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