| With a young leaf may I wipe the dew from your eyes? |
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| Composed While Ill |
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| In mists and rains, the day I do not see Fuji is fun |
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| The Roadside marsh mallow has been eaten by my horse |
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| With the morning-glories I eat my meal |
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| Congratulations on a New House |
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| In my hut, square light cast by the window moon |
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| Salted breams' gums are cold |
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| Daybreak: a white fish is white |
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| It's spring! nameless mountains in morning haze |
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