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If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling

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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
Cherry
Cherries
Knack
Falling
Sing
Fall
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Flakes

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