| To Comfort My Little Son and Daughter |
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| Eyesight Failing |
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| Back office of the Imperial Library |
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| To the dead |
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| On the Theme "Cold Grasses in the Field," Written at Sorin-ji |
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| Sent from Mount Koya to Someone in the Capital |
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| He who casts himself away |
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| Shut in by spring showers |
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| As autumn mists |
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| In my sleeve the colored ball worth a thousand in gold |
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