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No matter where your interest lies, you will not be able to accomplish anything unless you bring your deepest devotion to it.

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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
Accomplish
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Lies
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