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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
Artist
Poet
Writer
Vaxjo
Matsuo Basho
Bashō
Bashô
Basho
Matsuo Bashou
Anything
Devotion
Able
Accomplish
Matter
Lies
Unless
Bring
Passion
Lying
Interest
Deepest

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