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Whom would your cries, with artful calumny
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Oh, lotus-leaf! I dreamt that the wide earth
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Hokku
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Lament on the Mutability of all Earthly Things
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Weary perhaps of dolorous love
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Is it hard fare, or is it love
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Old Age is not a friend I wish to meet
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A Sabre! what has such to do
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Poison-fish soup last night, yet lo!
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To ice all crimson red has frozen
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