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All come at last to be a fan's
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The Perfume is the same, the same the hue
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Lament on Nara, the Deserted Capital
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Oh! skylark for whose carolling
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Old pond, aye, The! and the sound of the frog leaping into the water
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Lines Composed on the Occasion of My Lord Otomo, the Inspector of Tribute, Making the Ascent of Mount Tsukura
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