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Even in Kyoto/Hearing the cuckoo's cry/I long for Kyoto

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Matsuo Basho
Age: 50 †
Born: 1644
Born: January 1
Died: 1694
Died: November 28
Artist
Poet
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Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Long
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Cuckoos
Kyoto
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Cry
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