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The temple bell stops but I still hear the sound coming out of the flowers.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Flower
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Hear
Bell
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Temple
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Flowers

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