| My heart, so entranced |
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| She's dead—but in my grief |
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| In this world / there are many kinds of longing |
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| It's spring! / when threads of the green willow |
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| Have the spring mists |
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| Blossoms, at least wait |
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| As for people — well |
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| In springtime / when the plum trees bloom |
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| When night fell, when day broke |
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| Mists rise, tree buds swell |
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