| How the skylark soars |
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| Behold! the spring moon paints |
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| Although I strive hard to conceal |
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| How heavily rain pours down on |
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| That rogue called Love having left me |
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| I am now to separate from my comrades |
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| In Sorrow for the Death of the Haijin Issho |
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| Behold! the boat is gliding on |
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| Negress feels relieved |
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| What a bright moon! I strolled |
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