| Though the shining sun is clearly of the summer sky |
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| As I grow used to the mattress of moss |
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| In spring too, what first stands out is Mount Otowa |
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| Tumultuous winter sky all day |
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| As I look, there's no place for my thoughts to go |
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| I've grown used to the pine door unclosed |
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| Waiting for you, I have not entered my bedroom |
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| As I looked, winter came |
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| Layers of eightfold kerria roses in such a glow |
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| When I look around in the quiet before dawn |
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