| White dew: one drop on each prickle |
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| Winter wind: blowing pebbles |
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| Winter wind: pebbles in a plowed field |
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| The Young leaves have left Fuji |
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| For white plum blossoms |
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| Waking from a nap |
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| The Gleaners walk toward where the sunlight is |
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| Spring rain: telling stories |
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| As the tides flow, in the rain |
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| I look around: humans like green stalks |
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