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Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate

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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
Air
Butterflies
Meet
Twin
White
Mate
Twins
Mates
Butterfly
Ballet
Twice

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