| A Useless letter, long, yet to be finished |
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| Arm for a pillow, fragrance of hair |
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| Sucked into the hillside darkness |
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| Even while pillowing her lap |
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| Name known, but no relations or kin in this place |
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| A Vague sadness |
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| The Autumn wind is and is not as of old |
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| When evening falls, the autumn wind rustles |
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| Ode to the Galaxy |
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| Life of Tojun |
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