| In the mist something's visible |
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| Having waited for this one for this |
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| I wish I could see you like this snow |
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| Which should i think shouldn't exist in this world |
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| Shall I receive the spring rain dripping on swallow wings |
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| In the tree-searing wind a fox's tail looks frozen |
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| Out of sadness I eat fish |
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| Near a fence, young, small grasses |
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| Sleeping in the grass, laying myself |
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| Late Spring |
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