| The Leaves of trees rend |
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| In the spring night's fragrant darkness |
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| Calling out the station name as if singing |
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| I scolded my child |
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| That kiss from the past |
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| A Robin's call has stumbled on a rock |
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| My ship stopped, I've come upon this country |
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| Chin buried in the collar of my overcoat |
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| It rains, / and the people of my house look depressed |
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| Those days I didn't even notice |
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