| The Traveler I saw yesterday |
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| Remembering with Feeling |
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| No wonder you're grieved this morning |
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| Though my heart isn't a summer field |
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| After throwing a parasol to the grass |
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| Wondering, I touched it with my young lips |
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| Sleeping butterfly |
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| A Warbler escapes next door |
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| A Village child with spring grass |
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| Visiting My Wife's Grave |
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