| Spring Night |
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| In my small room, cold sinking in, quiet night long |
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| From my window Mount Ibuki lies in white clouds |
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| Rising alone on the Hsiang River, in frost and snow |
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| The Old joy a dream, thirteen years ago |
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| Once again I enter Kyoto, but you are no more |
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| You Heard Him Say Lonely, Now |
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| Mourning for My Teacher Hokuju |
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| Traveler |
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| You work fast in the morning, ladies, as you plant the seedlings |
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