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Not gifted with genius but honestly holding his experiences deep in his heart, he kept his simplicity and humanity.
Dry creek glimpsed by lightning
before the gate -- my walking stick's made a river of melting snow
O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly!
Reflected in the dragonfly's eye -- mountains.
In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.
Don't weep, insects -- Lovers, stars themselves, Must part.
Even in warmest glow how cold my shadow
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