| Pampas Grass Thick on the Path |
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| Since I no longer think |
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| How lonely, the light of the moon |
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| In a mountain village |
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| Gazing at this moon |
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| When I Was Living in Saga, I and Others Wrote Poems in a Light Vein |
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| The Moon Seen on a Journey |
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| Just to play |
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| Love Likened to Lemon Grass |
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| Overgrown with water shield |
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