| Through the long day the skylarks have not sung enough |
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| Bright moon: strolling around the pond all night long |
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| I'll make a fire tonight |
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| A Pea crab crawls up my leg |
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| White fish clustering in seaweed |
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| The Chrysanthemum didn't spill a dewdrop |
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| In a fisherman's hut crickets mingle |
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| The Pines of Karasaki, more blurred than the blossoms |
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| Whiter than the stones on Stone Mountain |
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| Cold Nights |
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