| At the Start of Autumn |
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| Morning, about six, as I look at the rim of the hill |
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| Kiss |
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| This morning, in the faint light of dawn a pheasant called, lords |
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| If only I could pretend to be a bow woven with rattan |
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| Innocently a frog squats |
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| Clams |
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| Deep in the Mountain |
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| The Modern Fable |
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| In the moonlight this year I weep in mid-autumn |
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