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Quiet House
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Wily youth's odd tactic: night, he turned back his troops
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Butterfly: what's it dreaming of
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By its own wind, a small butterfly
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Dandelion: from time to time
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A Green willow's quiet
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I forget my lips are rouged
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I raise my hands, and the clear water
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Mistaking birds for leaves
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Touching the line from a fishing pole
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