| For all I know, I myself |
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| When torches cast their light |
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| I dip with my hands |
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| Though I know in time |
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| Some, childless when they left |
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| Though the Asuka River |
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| Love Likened to Lemon Grass |
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| Overgrown with water shield |
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| Does the moon say "Grieve!" |
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| The Bush Warbler Idling |
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