| When I gaze at it |
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| When I look / at the wisteria blossoms / I think of long ago |
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| When I look / at wisteria blossoms / I want to get out |
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| When I love her / so much |
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| When I see the moonlight pouring |
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| When I tire of this spot as well |
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| When I Was Living in Saga, I and Others Wrote Poems in a Light Vein |
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| When it comes to poets |
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| When longings / press too fiercely |
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| When night fell, when day broke |
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