| When I look / at the wisteria blossoms / I think of long ago |
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| When I look / at wisteria blossoms / I want to get out |
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| I don't know when |
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| I, who / hear the drums |
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| Faint trickle of |
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| Stalks of rice |
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| How timely / the delight of |
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| Clouds have all scattered |
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| When I tire of this spot as well |
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| First Poem of the Year |
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