| For all I know, I myself |
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| When torches cast their light |
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| I dip with my hands |
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| Though I know in time |
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| Some, childless when they left |
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| Though the Asuka River |
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| Pampas Grass Thick on the Path |
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| Since I no longer think |
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| How lonely, the light of the moon |
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| In a mountain village |
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