| In the tree-searing wind a fox's tail looks frozen |
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| Out of sadness I eat fish |
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| Near a fence, young, small grasses |
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| Sleeping in the grass, laying myself |
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| Late Spring |
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| You left, the mist lingered by the hedge |
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| Discard myself — just the thought is bitter |
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| Which is worse, to miss someone dead |
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| This evening rainfall is merciful |
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| Lightning: in the east yesterday |
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