| His name alone |
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| Could this be it |
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| Rowing, rowing / through a world |
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| Why should my heart / still harbor |
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| Was it a dream, / that spring in Naniwa |
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| Reciting the Buddha's Name at Dawn |
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| My mind I send |
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| Why regret to leave |
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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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