A bank of spring clouds, rain swelling the stream:
I wish I could borrow a fisherman's coat
but there's no one else around.
How very kind of the tree in front of the riverside shrine:
it shelters my solitary boat as I sleep through half the day.
I wish I could borrow a fisherman's coat
but there's no one else around.
How very kind of the tree in front of the riverside shrine:
it shelters my solitary boat as I sleep through half the day.
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