For eight or nine yards I watch |
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I put aside a story |
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In the setting sun even its shadow |
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Lightning gets to be terrifying |
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Night hailstones fall so hard |
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Pity the sweetfish after spawning |
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Sparrows, mating |
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There's even someone combing her hair |
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The Tides carry the haze |
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Wakana, Jo |
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