| 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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