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Matsuo Basho -Haiku Poems
Meeting they laugh and laugh
the forest grove
the many fallen leaves
The moon on the water says what I think
The sound of an oar beating the waves
chills my bowels through
and I weep in the night
A leaf rises to the tree
or maybe its a butterfly
The thief it behind
the moon at the window
A butterfy flits
All alone - and on the field
A shadow in the sunlight
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