| On the Anniversary of My Father's Death |
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| I think the May rains |
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| Loving you, my heart may shatter |
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| Dead people come to visit tonight |
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| We retain the flowers in mind as we pass |
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| Just one room away, from time to time you sighed |
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| In the sleet too, the heron in the pond poises himself ready |
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| On my stupid face I see white |
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| Many mosquitoes bloated with blood |
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| On the violets of the field |
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