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Seek on high bare trails Sky-reflecting violets... Mountain-top jewels

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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
Bare
Reflecting
Sky
Seek
Mountain
Violets
High
Violet
Trails
Jewels

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