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Out of sadness I eat fish
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Near a fence, young, small grasses
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Sleeping in the grass, laying myself
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Late Spring
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You left, the mist lingered by the hedge
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Discard myself — just the thought is bitter
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Which is worse, to miss someone dead
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This evening rainfall is merciful
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Lightning: in the east yesterday
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Love for love, the willow grows distant
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