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You work fast in the morning, ladies, as you plant the seedlings
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Myself Departing
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Myself in the Disguise of an Ancient Goddess
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A Barren Area
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Still Life
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Wood Ducks
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The World of dew is, yes
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Out of the Inner Shell of a Certain Landscape
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Slope
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When they drink, poor fellows, those planters!
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