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Слушать(AI)None is travelling
None is
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening.
The first day of the year:thoughts come - and there is loneliness;the autumn dusk is here.
An old pondA frog jumps in -Splash!
Lightening -Heron's
Stabs the
Clouds come from time to time -and bring to men a chance to restfrom looking at the moon.
In the cicada's
There's no sign that can
How soon it must die.
Poverty's child -he starts to grind the rice,and gazes at the moon.
Won't you come and seeloneliness?
Just one leaffrom the kiri tree.
Temple bells die out.
The fragrant blossoms remain.
A perfect evening!
Matsuo Basho
Matsuo Bashō (松尾 芭蕉, 1644 – November 28, 1694), born Matsuo Kinsaku (松尾 金作), then Matsuo Chūemon Munefusa (松尾 忠右衛門 宗房),[2] was the most famous p
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