| Just one room away, from time to time you sighed |
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| In the sleet too, the heron in the pond poises himself ready |
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| On my stupid face I see white |
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| Many mosquitoes bloated with blood |
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| On the violets of the field |
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| In the mist something's visible |
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| Having waited for this one for this |
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| I wish I could see you like this snow |
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| Which should i think shouldn't exist in this world |
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| Shall I receive the spring rain dripping on swallow wings |
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