| As evening comes, / autumn wind from the meadows |
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| Where the water |
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| Cuckoo, what are you |
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| While I gaze far off |
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| The Glowing moon |
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| Will someone / at the scent of orange blossom |
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| In my grass hut |
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| In this world, / so many moments of pain |
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| The Journey is a short one |
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| Kibune River— / the rocky waves of its rapids |
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