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Looking at Mount Fuji in the Distance
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Be a guide — this is a boat rowing in the traceless waves
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Oppressing all, sunken in autumn sorrows
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I broil shrimp and play with my illness
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Calls of a clapper rail far into the night
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Over the shingled roof the shower has passed
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The Clear-toned cicadas have exhausted their voices
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The Rim of a foot-wearying mountain hazy at dawn
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The Clouds of May rain have closed into one
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Shallow of me: I have grieved over this uncertain life
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