| I keep asking |
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| Road running straight ahead |
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| Heaven / doesn't kill me |
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| Dawn Cherries |
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| Who says my poems are poems? |
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| How admirable — the fine gentleman |
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| Frail, frail, lone-growing bamboo |
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| The Rays of the autumn moon |
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| For all I know, I myself |
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| When torches cast their light |
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