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Poverty's child - he starts to grind the rice, and gazes at the moon.

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
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Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Rice
Starts
Moon
Poverty
Child
Children
Gazes
Grind

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