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Visiting My Wife's Grave
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The Spring water's visible here and there
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White dew, a dream, this life
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It would console me to see you
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"At least, at least in his dreams" — so thinking
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Yesterday feels like a thousand years ago
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A Swallow has erased a rainbow
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By a winter river a crow's pecking
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The Water of a shallow river
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When Mother Died
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