| The Mountain wind in autumn time |
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| At lovely Yoshino |
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| I hate the cold unfriendly moon |
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| Surely the morning moon, I thought |
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| My broken heart I don't lament |
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| Alas! the blush upon my cheek |
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| Our courtship, that we tried to hide |
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| Our sleeves, all wet with tears, attest |
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| A Hundred years and more |
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| Nearing my journey's end |
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