| Like the light snow |
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| That cuckoo who sang |
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| My hut is at the foot |
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| Through autumn fields of bush clover |
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| Now summer's come |
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| We part / I go beyond the |
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| Who Says a Painting Must Look Like Life? |
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| What is constant |
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| When I see the moonlight pouring |
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| Autumn mists / don't rise up this morning! |
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