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Outstanding women's verse selection is still in my bookcase
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Spring Night
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In my small room, cold sinking in, quiet night long
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From my window Mount Ibuki lies in white clouds
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Rising alone on the Hsiang River, in frost and snow
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The Old joy a dream, thirteen years ago
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Once again I enter Kyoto, but you are no more
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Clumsy, failing to respond to your verse phrases
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Vales and hills, I haven't exhausted this clean fun
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Of Myself
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