| On spring fields there was only snow |
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| I don't want to take a beautiful bud,' said the god |
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| Bright moon: on the straw mat |
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| The Bright moon: a crab |
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| I peer into quietness |
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| Having eaten fish |
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| A Fir stands sveltely under the moon |
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| I don't think you are like everyone else |
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| No soothing time for someone who thinks of blossoms |
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| 'I must go now, goodbye,' said the god of night |
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