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White dew: one drop on each prickle
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Winter wind: blowing pebbles
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Winter wind: pebbles in a plowed field
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The Young leaves have left Fuji
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For white plum blossoms
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Waking from a nap
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The Gleaners walk toward where the sunlight is
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Spring rain: telling stories
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As the tides flow, in the rain
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I look around: humans like green stalks
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