| The Old woman at the teahouse |
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| Softly she breaks off |
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| The Road becomes three |
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| Two men drink wine at the only table |
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| The Willow |
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| Three whole days off |
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| Rocks rising from the rushing water |
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| Old post town, two or three houses |
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| I went down the bank to pick fragrant plants |
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| Raising my head, I make out my house in the twilight |
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