| Young woman plants seedlings toward her crying baby |
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| Beautiful sunlight has come |
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| Even gulls appear to feel cold |
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| Early Autumn |
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| Down the mountain into the path |
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| On spring fields there was only snow |
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| I don't want to take a beautiful bud,' said the god |
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| Bright moon: on the straw mat |
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| The Bright moon: a crab |
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| I peer into quietness |
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