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My house
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In this morning-village
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Moving House
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Though I had always heard that it was the road upon which in the end one must go
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Though one knows that one's body
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The Cicada
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Boating in Autumn
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Song of Snow-White Heads
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Releasing a Migrant "Yen"
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If to-night ends by dawning
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