| My house |
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| In this morning-village |
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| Moving House |
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| Though I had always heard that it was the road upon which in the end one must go |
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| Though one knows that one's body |
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| The Cicada |
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| Boating in Autumn |
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| Song of Snow-White Heads |
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| Releasing a Migrant "Yen" |
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| If to-night ends by dawning |
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