| When evening mist |
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| Poking Fun at a Lean Man |
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| Plums already blooming |
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| My keepsake — / look at it and think of me |
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| Loving someone / who doesn't love you |
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| I dusted the bed |
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| On frost-filled nights |
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| Longing for my Stray Hawk |
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| On river flats, too |
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| Like the crane whose cry |
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