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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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Chopping with an ax
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In the autumn dusk a woman
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The Bandit chief composes a tanka
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In the candlelight in my hand
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A Camellia drops and spills
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In the pear orchard someone stands
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