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A Camellia drops and spills
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In the pear orchard someone stands
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Cold moon: amidst dead trees
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Leaving my gate, I too am someone
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Coming out of the dark of the short night
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Love in many forms
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Coming out of the privy
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May rain: paddy by paddy
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Coolness: separating from a bell
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The Mountains are low
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